Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: Ginger

Lyrics

(How do you know?) If there's a voice, any choice? It's a
(Highway patrol) you've gotta smile for the boys, and a-
(How do you know?) Because they look too together all the time

(How do you know?) If there's a type with a mind and a-
(Reason to grow) and changing laws for the time, tell me
(How do you know?) That being laid back and gentle is a crime

But the chap in the seat cries, "Total control!"
And now the rats in the street won't leave me alone
I wanna cut my weed, I wanna sit down beside 'em
I wanna roll 'em up a miler, put a cut on the tiger
'cause nothing's gonna stop

(How do you know?) Now there's a man with a family
(He's killing with coke) he's looking after the community
(How do you know?) He's selling Class B and talking 'bout a dream

(Where do you start?) Can there be some dumb grey bugger?
(Keep 'em apart) keep a mile out the way, I like it
(Where do you start?) And keep you dead where the dead are never seen

But the chap in the seat's got the power to steal
Without a background track, just to know how it feels
So book a submarine, and you can hang around in silence
Until the time you stop a-breathing
Well it's a very similar feeling
To what you're feeling now...

All fire up, pass it on
'til they legalise the demon from the ground
I'm all fired up, and I'm down in the agony
Of deep and tranquil peace
It’s smaller than me, but a smaller insect sees.

How do you know?

(How do you know?) If there's a voice, any choice, it's a
(Highway patrol) make up the rules, get the boys got the
(Power to throw) because the stupid people fall in now for you
Yes they do!

But the chap in the seat cries, "Total control!"
Because the drink makes time for the law to unfold
So everybody it works, if you stick a-with the system
And if you base your life around it
Until you're strung up or grounded
And nothing's gonna stop...

All fire up, pass it on
'til they legalise the demon from the ground
I'm all fired up, and I'm down in the agony
Of deep and tranquil peace
It’s smaller than me, but a smaller insect sees.
Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: Ginger

Lyrics

(How do you know?) If there's a voice, any choice? It's a
(Highway patrol) you've gotta smile for the boys, and a-
(How do you know?) Because they look too together all the time

(How do you know?) If there's a type with a mind and a-
(Reason to grow) and changing laws for the time, tell me
(How do you know?) That being laid back and gentle is a crime

But the chap in the seat cries, "Total control!"
And now the rats in the street won't leave me alone
I wanna cut my weed, I wanna sit down beside 'em
I wanna roll 'em up a miler, put a cut on the tiger
'cause nothing's gonna stop

(How do you know?) Now there's a man with a family
(He's killing with coke) he's looking after the community
(How do you know?) He's selling Class B and talking 'bout a dream

(Where do you start?) Can there be some dumb grey bugger?
(Keep 'em apart) keep a mile out the way, I like it
(Where do you start?) And keep you dead where the dead are never seen

But the chap in the seat's got the power to steal
Without a background track, just to know how it feels
So book a submarine, and you can hang around in silence
Until the time you stop a-breathing
Well it's a very similar feeling
To what you're feeling now...

All fire up, pass it on
'til they legalise the demon from the ground
I'm all fired up, and I'm down in the agony
Of deep and tranquil peace
It’s smaller than me, but a smaller insect sees.

How do you know?

(How do you know?) If there's a voice, any choice, it's a
(Highway patrol) make up the rules, get the boys got the
(Power to throw) because the stupid people fall in now for you
Yes they do!

But the chap in the seat cries, "Total control!"
Because the drink makes time for the law to unfold
So everybody it works, if you stick a-with the system
And if you base your life around it
Until you're strung up or grounded
And nothing's gonna stop...

All fire up, pass it on
'til they legalise the demon from the ground
I'm all fired up, and I'm down in the agony
Of deep and tranquil peace
It’s smaller than me, but a smaller insect sees.
Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: Ginger

Lyrics

(How do you know?) If there's a voice, any choice? It's a
(Highway patrol) you've gotta smile for the boys, and a-
(How do you know?) Because they look too together all the time

(How do you know?) If there's a type with a mind and a-
(Reason to grow) and changing laws for the time, tell me
(How do you know?) That being laid back and gentle is a crime

But the chap in the seat cries, "Total control!"
And now the rats in the street won't leave me alone
I wanna cut my weed, I wanna sit down beside 'em
I wanna roll 'em up a miler, put a cut on the tiger
'cause nothing's gonna stop

(How do you know?) Now there's a man with a family
(He's killing with coke) he's looking after the community
(How do you know?) He's selling Class B and talking 'bout a dream

(Where do you start?) Can there be some dumb grey bugger?
(Keep 'em apart) keep a mile out the way, I like it
(Where do you start?) And keep you dead where the dead are never seen

But the chap in the seat's got the power to steal
Without a background track, just to know how it feels
So book a submarine, and you can hang around in silence
Until the time you stop a-breathing
Well it's a very similar feeling
To what you're feeling now...

All fire up, pass it on
'til they legalise the demon from the ground
I'm all fired up, and I'm down in the agony
Of deep and tranquil peace
It’s smaller than me, but a smaller insect sees.

How do you know?

(How do you know?) If there's a voice, any choice, it's a
(Highway patrol) make up the rules, get the boys got the
(Power to throw) because the stupid people fall in now for you
Yes they do!

But the chap in the seat cries, "Total control!"
Because the drink makes time for the law to unfold
So everybody it works, if you stick a-with the system
And if you base your life around it
Until you're strung up or grounded
And nothing's gonna stop...

All fire up, pass it on
'til they legalise the demon from the ground
I'm all fired up, and I'm down in the agony
Of deep and tranquil peace
It’s smaller than me, but a smaller insect sees.

Fire Up

Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: Ginger

Lyrics

(How do you know?) If there's a voice, any choice? It's a
(Highway patrol) you've gotta smile for the boys, and a-
(How do you know?) Because they look too together all the time

(How do you know?) If there's a type with a mind and a-
(Reason to grow) and changing laws for the time, tell me
(How do you know?) That being laid back and gentle is a crime

But the chap in the seat cries, "Total control!"
And now the rats in the street won't leave me alone
I wanna cut my weed, I wanna sit down beside 'em
I wanna roll 'em up a miler, put a cut on the tiger
'cause nothing's gonna stop

(How do you know?) Now there's a man with a family
(He's killing with coke) he's looking after the community
(How do you know?) He's selling Class B and talking 'bout a dream

(Where do you start?) Can there be some dumb grey bugger?
(Keep 'em apart) keep a mile out the way, I like it
(Where do you start?) And keep you dead where the dead are never seen

But the chap in the seat's got the power to steal
Without a background track, just to know how it feels
So book a submarine, and you can hang around in silence
Until the time you stop a-breathing
Well it's a very similar feeling
To what you're feeling now...

All fire up, pass it on
'til they legalise the demon from the ground
I'm all fired up, and I'm down in the agony
Of deep and tranquil peace
It’s smaller than me, but a smaller insect sees.

How do you know?

(How do you know?) If there's a voice, any choice, it's a
(Highway patrol) make up the rules, get the boys got the
(Power to throw) because the stupid people fall in now for you
Yes they do!

But the chap in the seat cries, "Total control!"
Because the drink makes time for the law to unfold
So everybody it works, if you stick a-with the system
And if you base your life around it
Until you're strung up or grounded
And nothing's gonna stop...

All fire up, pass it on
'til they legalise the demon from the ground
I'm all fired up, and I'm down in the agony
Of deep and tranquil peace
It’s smaller than me, but a smaller insect sees.