Turn It Up

Turn it up, turn it so loud
It don’t ever stop
No no no no
Turn it up, makes me so proud
I believe in this feeling

Well you’ve lost all the things
That shar­ing could bring
Thought you were doing right
But viol­ence and flames
And torches and chains
Are fuelling
These new north­ern lights
Like pris­on­ers working
On infer­tile land
Took eight years
To find out the score
If you’re sick then you’re lonely
Out of work then you’re hungry
The sen­tence is four years more

Turn it up, turn it so loud
It don’t ever stop
No no no no
Turn it up, makes me so proud
I believe in this feeling
Turn it up, turn it up
Right up, right up

Who says poverty and race
Can be kept in their place
By keep­ing it
All underground
And rul­ing the country
Are unfaith­ful husbands
Who spank little boys
Gagged and bound
There’s got to be a bet­ter way
For you and for me
To turn this hypo­crisy round
The growth of a nation
Can­not be achieved
By keeping
The down­trod­den down

Turn it up, turn it so loud
It don’t ever stop
No no no no
Turn it up, makes me so proud
I believe in this feeling
Turn it up, turn it up
Right up, right up

Cred­its

Words Mick Hucknall
Music Mick Huck­nall & Lamont Dozier
So What Ltd/SBK Songs Ltd/Warner Chap­pell Music Ltd

Oth­er Info

This track is on the A New Flame album (1989)