Coordinates: 50°51′18″N 3°23′35″W / 50.855°N 3.393°W / 50.855; -3.393
Cullompton (/ˈkʌləmptən/) is a town and civil parish in the district of Mid Devon and the county of Devon, England, locally known as Cully. It is 13 miles (21 km) miles north-north-east of Exeter and lies on the River Culm. In 2011 the parish as a whole had a population of 8,499 while the built-up area of the town had a population of 7,439
The earliest evidence of occupation is from the Roman period – there was a fort on the hill above the town and occupation in the current town centre. Columtune was mentioned in Alfred the Great's will. In the past the town's economy had a large component of wool and cloth manufacture, then later leather working and paper manufacture.
A large proportion of town's inhabitants are commuters but there is still some local manufacturing, including flour and paper mills. It has a monthly farmers' market held on the second Saturday of every month which is the oldest event of its kind in the South West. It is home to two grade I listed buildings: the fifteenth-century St Andrew's parish church and the seventeenth-century house known as The Walronds. The centre of the town is the only conservation area in Mid Devon and there are seven grade II* listed buildings and ninety grade II listed buildings in the parish.
Taking off his turban they said, "Is this man a Jew"
'Cause they're working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you
When we're working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
Train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers
Judge said "Five to ten", I said "Double that again
I'm not working for the clampdown"
Well, no one born with a living soul
Could be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall
How can you refuse it
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
Don't you know that you can use it
The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you
At the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothing so, boy, get running
It's the best years of your life they want to steal
You grow up and you calm down
'Cause you're working for the clampdown
And you start wearing the blue and the brown
'Cause you're working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
Does it make you feel big now
And you drift until you brutalize
You've made your first kill now
I say in these days of evil presidents
Working for the clampdown
I said lately one or two have fully paid their dues
Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Hey, you are now
Working for the clampdown
Hey, you are now
(Working for the clampdown)
Kick over the wall
(Working for the clampdown)
'Cause government's to fall
(Working for the clampdown)
How can you refuse it
(Working for the clampdown)
Hey, get along now
(Working for the clampdown)