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- The Clash

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The Clash

Janie Jones

He's in love with rock'n'roll woaahh He's in love with gettin' stoned woaahh He's in love with Janie Jones But he don't like his boring job, no…

An' he knows what he's got to do So he knows he's gonna have fun with you You lucky lady! An' he knows when the evening comes When his job is done he'll be over in his car for you

An' in the in-tray lots of work But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks But he's just like everyone, he's got a Ford Cortina That just won't run without fuel Fill her up, Jacko!

An' the invoice it don't quite fit, There's no payola in his alphabetical file This time he's gonna really tell the boss Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels It's pretty bad!

Let them know - how you feel

Remote Control

Who needs remote control From the Civic Hall Push a button Activate You gotta work an' you're late

It's so grey in London town With a panda car crawling around Here it comes Eleven o'clock Where can we go now?

Can't make a noise Can't get no gear Can't make no money Can't get outta here

Big business it don't like you It don't like the things you do You got no money So you got no power They think you're useless An' so you are - puuuuuuunnnnnk!

They had a meeting in Mayfair They got you down an' They wanna keep you there It makes them worried Their bank accounts That's all that matters And you don't count

Can't make no progress Can't get ahead Can't stop the regress Don't wanna be dead

Look out' those rules and regulations

Who needs the Parliament Sitting making laws all day They're all fat and old Queuing for the House of Lords

Repression - gonna start on Tuesday Repression - gonna be a Dalek Repression - I am a robot Repression - I obey

I'm So Bored With the U.S.A.

Yankee soldier He wanna shoot some skag He met it in Cambodia But now he can't afford a bag

Yankee dollar talk To the dictators of the world In fact it's giving orders An' they can't afford to miss a word

I'm so bored with the U…S…A… But what can I do?

Yankee detectives Are always on the TV 'Cos killers in America Work seven days a week

Never mind the stars and stripes Let's print the Watergate Tapes I'll salute the New Wave And I hope nobody escapes

I'm so bored with the U…S…A… But what can I do?

Move up Starsky For the C.I.A. Suck on Kojak For the USA

White Riot

White riot - I wanna riot White riot - a riot of my own White riot - I wanna riot White riot - a riot of my own

Black people gotta lot a problems But they don't mind throwing a brick White people go to school Where they teach you how to be thick

An' everybody's doing Just what they're told to An' nobody wants To go to jail!

All the power's in the hands Of people rich enough to buy it While we walk the street Too chicken to even try it

Everybody's doing Just what they're told to Nobody wants To go to jail!

Are you taking over or are you taking orders? Are you going backwards Or are you going forwards?

Hate and War

Hate and war - the only things we got today

An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency

Hate…hate…hate…

The hate of a nation A million miles from home An' get war from the junkies Who don't like my form

I'm gonna stay in the city Even when the house fall down I don't dream of a holiday When hate an' war come around

Hate and war…

I have the will to survive I cheat if I can't win If someone locks me out I kick my back in

An' if I get aggression I give it to them two time back Every day it's just the same With hate an' war on my back

Hate and war - I hate all the English Hate and war - they're just as bad as wops Hate and war - I hate all the politeness Hate and war - I hate all the cops

I wanna walk down any street Looking like a creep I don't care if I get beat up By any Kebab Greek

What's My Name

What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not who I want to be I tired spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall!

What's my name naaaame…naaaame….naaaame….

I tried to join a ping-pong club, sign on the door said all full up! I got nicked, fighting in the road an' the judge didn't even know

What's my name

Dad go pissed so I got clocked Couldn't hear the Tannoy so he lost the lot Offers Mum a bribe through the letter box Drives you fucking mad

What's my name

Now I'm round the back of your house at night Peeping in the window - are you sleeping tight? I laugh at your locks with my celloid strip An' you won't know who came

What's my name

Deny

DENY YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR YOU WON'T KNOW THE TRUTH IF IT HITS YOU IN THE EYE DENY YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR YOU'RE SELLING YOUR NO-NO ALL THE TIME

AN' YOU SAID WE WERE GOING OUT TO THE 100 CLUB THEN YOU SAID IT AIN'T MY SCENE BUT THEN YOU TURNED UP ALONE THEN YOU TURNED UP ALONE

THEN YOU SAID YOU'D GIVEN IT UP GONE AN' KICKED IT IN THE HEAD YOU SAID YOU AIN'T HAD NONE FOR WEEKS BUT BABY I SEEN YOUR ARMS BABY I SEEN YOUR ARMS

DO YOU THINK I'M A RAVING IDIOT? JUST GOT OFF THE BOAT STEP IN LINE, SIGN THIS FORM - YOU AIN'T GOT A HOPE BABY AIN'T GOT A HOPE - YOU AIN'T GOT A HOPE

WHAT A LIAR - DENY WHAT A LIAR

Career Opportunities

The offered me the office, offered me the shop They said I'd better take anything they'd got Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career opportunity, the ones that never knock

I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F. I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat I hate the civil service rules And I won't open letter bombs for you

Bus driver….ambulance man….ticket inspector

They're gonna have to introduce conscription They're gonna have to take away my prescription If they wanna get me making toys If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice

Careers (x2) Ain't never gonna knock

Cheat

I GET VIOLENT WHEN I'M FUCKED UP I GET SILENT WHEN I'M DRUGGED UP WANT EXCITEMENT, DON'T GET NONE, I GO WILD

I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAN BE DONE ABOUT IT IF YOU PLAY THE GAME YOU GET NOTHING OUT OF IT FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF TRY BEIN' A GOODY GOODY

YOU BETTER CHEAT CHEAT NO REASON TO PLAY FAIR CHEAT CHEAT OR DON'T GET ANYWHERE CHEAT CHEAT IF YOU CAN'T WIN

NOBODY KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE DOING IT'S BEYOND YOUR CONTROL, AN' FRIDAY NIGHT'S A RUIN IF YOU WANNA SURVIVE YOU BETTER LEARN HOW TO LIE

DON'T USE THE RULES THEY'RE NOT FOR YOU, THEY'RE FOR THE FOOLS AND YOU'RE A FOOL IF YOU DON'T KNOW THAT SO USE THE RULE YOU STUPID FOOL

Protex Blue

STANDING IN THE BOG OF A WEST END BAR GUY ON THE RIGHT LEANING OVER TOO FAR MONEY IN MY POCKET GONNA PUT IT IN THE SLOT OPEN UP THE PACK SEE WHAT TYPE I GOT

I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE ALL WANNA DO

IT'S A FAB PROTECTIVE FOR THAT TYPE OF A GIRL BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT SHE USES IT WELL IT'S THE THERAPEUTIC STRUCTURE I CAN USE AT WILL BUT I DON'T THINK IT FITS MY B.D. DRILL

SITTING IN A CARRIAGE OF A BAKERLOO EROTICA MY POCKET GOT A PACKET FOR YOU ADVERT ON THE ESCALATOR ON MY WAY HOME I DON'T NEED NO SKIN FLICKS, I WANNA BE ALONE

I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE ALL I WANNA DO

JOHNNY, JOHNNY ==== Police And Thieves ====

Police and thieves in the streets Oh yeah! Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition Police and thieves in the street Oh yeah! Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition

From Genesis to Revelation The next generation will be hear me From Genesis to Revelation The next generation will be hear me

And all the crowd comes in day by day No one stop it in anyway And all the peacemaker turn war officer Hear what I say

Vocal ad lib

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah (x2) From Genesis oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah

Scaring, fighting the nation Shooting, shooting their guns and ammunition

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah (x2) Here come, here come, here come The station is bombed Get out get out get out you people If you don't wanna get blown up

Vocal ad lib

48 Hours

FRIDAY OR SATURDAY, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN SHORT SPACE OF TIME NEEDS A HEAVY SCENE MONDAY IS COMING LIKE A JAIL ON WHEELS

48 HOURS NEEDS 48 (x3) THRILLS 48 THRILLS

SO TELL ME AN' I'LL TAKE THE TUBE YOU KNOW A GIRL, YEAH WELL SHE'S BOUND TO BE RUDE CAN'T GET NOTHING AT THE PLACES I'VE BEEN

I'VE COMBED THIS TOWN FROM TOP TO BOTTOM I TRY TO GET AROUND BUT MY LEGS ARE BROKEN EVERY TIME I MISS IT 'COS I AIN'T GOT A TICKET

48 HOURS NEEDS 48 THRILLS KICKING FOR KICKS

Gras

Garageland

Back in the garage with my bullshit detector Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective People ringing up making offers for my life But I just wanna stay in the garage all night

We're a garage band We come from garageland

Meanwhile things are hotting up in the West End alright Contracts in the offices, groups in the night My bummin' slummin' friends have all got new boots An' someone just asked me if the group would wear suits

I don't wanna hear about what the rich are doing I don't wanna go to where the rich are going They think they're so clever, they think they're so right But the truth is only known by guttersnipes

There's twenty-two singers! But one microphone Back in the garage There's five guitar players! But one guitar Back in the garage Complaints! Complaints! Wot an old bag Back in the garage All night

Complete Control

They said release 'Remote Control' But we didn't want it on the label They said, “Fly to Amsterdam” The people laughed but the press went mad

Ooh ooh ooh someone's really smart Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that's a laugh

On the last tour my mates couldn't get in I'd open up the back door but they'd get run out again At every hotel we was met by the Law Come for the party - come to make sure!

Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong? Ooh ooh ooh complete control, even over this song

They said we'd be artistically free When we signed that bit of paper They meant let's make a lotsa mon-ee An' worry about it later

Ooh ooh ooh I'll never understand Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand!

All over the news spread fast They're dirty, they're filthy They ain't gonna last!

This is Joe Public speaking I'm controlled in the body, controlled in the mind

Total C-o-n control - that means you!

White Man In Hammersmith Palais

Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say There's many black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right Charging from the bass knives to the treble But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel Onstage they ain't got no…roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack 'Cos it won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons

White youth, black youth Better find another solution Why not phone up Robin Hood And ask him for some wealth distribution

Punk rockers in the UK They won't notice anyway They're all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes Along with their overcoats If Adolf Hitler flew in today They'd send a limousine anyway

I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf Who looks so sick in the sun I'm the white man in the Palais Just lookin' for fun

I'm only Looking for fun

I Fought the Law

Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won (x2) I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and the law won (x2)

I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run She's the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the

Robbin' people with a six-gun I fought the law and the law won (x2) I lost my girl and I lost my fun I fought the law and the law won (x2)

I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run She's the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the

I fought the law and the law won (x7) I fought the law and the

Hate and War

Hate and war - the only things we got today

An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency

Hate…hate…hate…

The hate of a nation A million miles from home An' get war from the junkies Who don't like my form

I'm gonna stay in the city Even when the house fall down I don't dream of a holiday When hate an' war come around

Hate and war…

I have the will to survive I cheat if I can't win If someone locks me out I kick my back in

An' if I get aggression I give it to them two time back Every day it's just the same With hate an' war on my back

Hate and war - I hate all the English Hate and war - they're just as bad as wops Hate and war - I hate all the politeness Hate and war - I hate all the cops

I wanna walk down any street Looking like a creep I don't care if I get beat up By any Kebab Greek

Jail Guitar Doors

Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine A little more every day Holding for a friend till the band do well Then the D.E.A. locked him away

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors Bang bang, go the boots on the floor Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame Gave all his money away “Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son” And so they certified him insane

And then there's Keith, waiting for trial Twenty-five thousand bail If he goes down you won't hear his sound But his friends carry on anyway Fuck 'em! Jail guitar doors 54/46 was my number Jail guitar doors Right now someone else has that number ==== Know Your Rights ====

This is a public service announcement With guitar Know your rights all three of them

Number 1 You have the right not to be killed Murder is a CRIME! Unless it was done by a Policeman or aristocrat Know your rights

And Number 2 You have the right to food money Providing of course you Don't mind a little Investigation, humiliation And if you cross your fingers Rehabilitation

Know your rights These are your rights Wang

Know these rights

Number 3 You have the right to free Speech as long as you're not Dumb enough to actually try it.

Know your rights These are your rights All three of 'em It has been suggested In some quarters that this is not enough! Well…………………………

Get off the streets (x2) Run You don't have a home to go to Smush

Finally then I will read you your rights

You have the right to remain silent You are warned that anything you say Can and will be taken down And used as evidence against you

Listen to this Run

Car Jamming

Tonight they're closing up the world N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes And what is that funk multi-national Anthem rocking from a thousand King Kong cassette decks Then a shyboy from Missouri Boots blown off in a '60s war Riding aluminium crutches Now he knows the welfare kindness n' Agent Orange color blindness As we works from door to door The violence in the carpets The mirror of his wife Drives the slum-bum dweller To grind his hunting knife In homesteads of cigar box-radios Hive like bees The body in the ice Box has no date for freeeeeze

In a car jam

Selling is what selling sells But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell The hells Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing acne Once inisde the executive He never leaves his home Gorillas drag their victiims Hyenas try to sue Snakes find grass in concrete There is no city zoo by Ventilation units where towers Meet the streets The ragged stand in bags Soaking heat up through their feet

This was the donly kindness And it was accidental too

In a car jam

Now shaking single engined planes Traffik-king stereos from Cuba Buzzed the holy zealot mass

And drowned out Missa Luba (x2) I thought I saw Lauren Bacall (x2) I swear Hey fellas Lauren Bacall In a car jam Yeah I don't believe it In a car jam Ah yeah positively absolutely

In a car jam

Should I Stay Or Should I Go

Darling you gotta let me know Should I stay or should I go? If you say that you are mine I'll be here 'til the end of time So you got to let know Should I stay or should I go?

Always tease tease tease Siempre - coqetiando y enganyando You're happy when I'm on my knees Me arrodilla y estas feliz One day is fine, next is black Un dias bien el otro negro So if you want me off your back Al rededar en tu espalda Well come on and let me know Me tienes que desir Should I Stay or should I go? Me debo ir o que darme

Should I stay or should I go now? (x2) If I go there will be trouble An' if I stay it will be double So come on and let me know

This indecision's bugging me Esta undecision me molesta If you don't want me, set me free Si no me quieres, librame Exactly who'm I'm supposed to be Diga me que tengo ser Don't you know which clothes even fit me? ¨Saves que robas me querda? Come on and let me know Me tienes que desir Should I cool it or should I blow? ¨Me debo ir o quedarme?

Should I stay or should I go now? ¨Yo me frio o lo sophlo? If I go there will be trouble Si me voi - va ver peligro And if I stay it will be double Si me quedo es doble So you gotta let me know Me tienes que decir Should I stay or should I go? ¨Yo me frio o lo sophlo?

Rock the Casbah

Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin' to the top The sheik he drove his Cadillac He went a' cruisnin' down the ville The muezzin was a' standing On the radiator grille

The shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah (x2)

By order of the prophet We ban that boogie sound Degenerate the faithful With that crazy Casbah sound But the Bedouin they brought out The electric camel drum The local guitar picker Got his guitar picking thumb As soon as the shareef Had cleared the square They began to wail

The shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah The shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah

Now over at the temple Oh! They really pack 'em in The in crowd say it's cool To dig this chanting thing But as the wind changed direction The temple band took five The crowd caught a wiff Of that crazy Casbah jive

The shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah The shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah

The king called up his jet fighters He said you better earn your pay Drop your bombs between the minarets Down the Casbah way

As soon as the shareef was Chauffeured outta there The jet pilots tuned to The cockpit radio blare

As soon as the shareef was Outta their hair The jet pilots wailed

The shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah The shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah

He thinks it's not kosher Fundamentally he can't take it. You know he really hates it.

Red Angel Dragnet

I come from a long way away And I know a fine thing when I see it. See it For the same reason no one ever Pointed a telescope at the sun Talking about the Red Angels of New York City

Who shot the shot? Who got shot tonite?

Not even five enforcement agencies can save their own. Never mind the people Tonite it's raining on the Angels of the City Did anyone prophesize these people?

Only Travis Come in Travis One of these days I'm gonna get myself organized.

All the animals come out at night. Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick venal. Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets.

Thank god for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk. Listen you screwheads: Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the filth. Now I see clearly.

Personally I know the alley Where Jack feeds on the birds of night Not even bubbies on bicycles 2×2 Can stop the blood and feathers flying

Waring overalls and for once and for all What is the dream? I'll tell it To live like they do in the movies San Juan you listening?

Yeah I bet you are Hands up for Hollywood Hooray I hear you Snappy on the air Hang in their Wall to wall You saved the worled What else? You saved the girl Chmpagne on ice No stranger to Alcatraz To boot Or strip it down Chop it a little Being reasonable Just freedom to move To live For women to take a walk in the park at midnite Hey, but this is serious She can't even get back home

I come from a long way off And I know a lifegiver over a lifetaker For the same reason no-one ever pointed A gun at a policeman Talking about the Red Angels of New York City Yeah

Straight to Hell

If you can play on the fiddle How's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze In the generation Clear as winter ice This is your paradise

There ain't no need for ya Go straight to hell boys

Y'wanna join in a chorus Of the Amerasian blues? When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home See me got photo photo Photograph of you Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid. It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.

Straight to hell Oh Papa-san Please take me home Oh Papa-san Everybody they wanna go home So Mamma-san says

You wanna play mind-crazed banjo On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.? In Parkland International Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A. Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison The volatile Molatov says-

PSSST… HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA… VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD

Go straight to hell

Can you really cough it up loud and strong The immigrants They wanna sing all night long It could be anywhere Most likely could be any frontier Any hemisphere No man's land and there ain't no asylum here King Solomon he never lived round here

Go straight to hell boys

Overpowered by Funk

If you ain't reggae for it..funk out! No-one knocking at your door? Overpowered by funk? Funk out!

Combatative, repetitive Don't life just funk you out? Asanine, stupifying Can the clone line dry you out?

Part of the swarming mass? Funk out! Slugged by the new increase? Scared of the human bomb? Overpowered by funk? Funk out!

Buy dog food Rogue elephants Tarzan on a ticker tape Breakfast, serials? You know you can't escape

Overpowered by funk Don't you love our Western ways? Car crashed by funk Don't you love our Western ways?

Benny Goodman, trial by jury A phone box-full of books Dustcarts and sunrise No-one gets off the hooks car crashed… Food for the hungry millions? Funk out! Home for the floating people? Skin for the napalm victim? Overdrunk on power Funk out!

The final game will be solitaire Overdrunk on power…funk out

Picture frame, tickets here For the graffiti train People at home show you care Don't try Fry me in your shockin' chairs Funkpower over and out

This is a message from Futura Don't prophisize the future I liven up the culture Because I'm deadly as a vulture I paint on civilization It's environmentally wack So presenting my attack I'll brighten up your shack I'm down by law That's a fact Just give me a wall. Any building dull or tall I spray clandestine night subway I cover red purple on top of grey Hey, no slashing cuz it ain't the way The T.A. blew 40 mil they say We thew down by night They scrubbed it off by day OK tourists

Atom Tan

Now the corporations stopped! Stopped pushing fast food Been a multiple shooting Downtown at the bank Reluctantly the panic begins To catch fire But it did not affect The steady sale of jun The state office looked It looked like Hollywood With make-up bleeding all over the cracks Wo he blew his lines Facing the cameras He suffered the first

All live heart attack Oh you've caught an even atom tan

The motor-cyanide Cyanide suicide He finally found the brick wall in his life Shining up his engine He dressed right up for it At the top of the speedo He crumpled the bike There's plenty people runnin' runnin' for cover- Hoping at best to hold off al the rest Once last stand at the bunker fire Machine gun and pitchfork and breast

All live heart attack Oh you've caught an even atom tan

But it isn't so easy So easy for lovers Chained in love Stained at the top of the tower The pink hearse is leaving at funeral speed Driving your heart Away with the flowers All night I waited I waited for a horseman His ever faithful His Indian friend I'm not the only one Of the caped crusader fan club watching the sky For mankind's friend

All live heart attack Oh you've caught an even atom tan

Oh you've caught an even atom tan Calamine

Sean Flynn

You know he just heard The drums of war when the past Was a closing door

The drums beat into the jungle floor

Closing door (x2)

Rain on the leaves soldier sing You never hear anything

They filled the sky with a tropical storm.

Closing door (x2)

You know he head the drums of war Each man knows what he's looking for

Ghetto Defendant

DO THE WORM ON THE ACCROPOLIS SLAMDANCE THE COSMOPOLIS ENLIGHTEN THE POPULACE

HUNGRY DARKNESS OF LIVING WHO WILL THIRST IN THE PIT? HOOKED IN METROPOLIS SHE SPENT A LIFETIME DECIDING HOW TO RUN FROM IT ADDICTS OF METROPOLIS ONCE FATE HAD A WITNESS AND THE YEARS SEEMED LIKE FRIENDS GIRLFRIENDS HER BABIES CAN DREAM BUT DREAMS BEGIN LIKE THE END SHOT INTO ETERNITY METHADONE KITTY IRON SERENITY

GHETTO DEFENDANT IT IS HEROIN PITY NOT TEAR GAS NOR BATON CHARGE THAT STOPS YOU TAKING THE CITY

STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE WALLED OUT OF THE CITY CLUBBED DOWN FROM UPTOWN SPRAYED PEST FROM THE NEST RUN OUT TO BARRIO TOWN THE GUARDS ARE ITCHY FORCED TO WATCH AT THE FEAST THEN SWEEP UP THE NIGHT FLIPPED PIECES OF COIN BROKEN BOTTLES EXCHANGED FOR BIRTHRIGHT GRAFTED IN A JIFFY

STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE SITTING PRETTY GRAPHED IN A JIFFY NO PITY, PRETTY

THE GHETTO PRINCE OF GUTTER POETS WAS BOUNCED OUT OF THE ROOM JEAN ARTHUR RIMBAUD BY THE BODYGUARDS OF GREED FOR DISTURBING THE TOMB 1873 HIS WORDS LIKE FLAMETHROWERS PARIS COMMUNE BURNT THE GHETTOS IN THEIR CHESTS HIS FACE WAS PAINTED WHITER AND HE WAS LAID TO REST DIED IN MARSEILLE BURIED IN CHARLEVILLE SHUT UP

SOAP FLOODS OIL IN WATER ALL CHURN IN THE WAKE ON THE GREAT SHIP OF PROGRESS THE CREW CAN'T FIND THE BRAKE KLAXONS ARE BLARING THE ADMIRAL SNORES COMMAND SUBMARINES BOIL IN OCEANS WHILE THE ARMIES FIGHT WITH SUNS

Inoculated City

The soldier boy for his soliders pay Obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says

The seargent will for his seargent's pay Obeythe general order of the battle play

The generals bow to the government Obey the charge you must not relent

What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars? What are they saying in the publiz bazaar? We are tired of the tune You must not relent

At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes Another boy from another side

The bulletins that steady come in say those Familiar words at the top of the hour

The jamming city increases its hum And those terrible words continue to come

Through bras music of government hear those Guns tattoo a roll on the drums

No-one mentions the neighboring war No one knows what they're fighting for We are tired of the tune You must not relent

Death is a Star

And I was gripped by that deadly phantom I followed him through hard jungles As he stalked through the back lots Strangling through the night shades

The thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to love

In a one stop only motel A storm bangs on the cheapest room The phantom slips in to spill blood Even on the sweetest honeymoon

The killer of love Caught the last late Niagara bus

By chance or escaping from misery Bu suddeness or in answer to pain Smoking in the dark cinema You could see the bad go down again

And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains And a Ford roars through the night full of rain.

The killer's blood flows But he loads his gun again

Make a grown man cry like a girl To see the guns dying at sunset

In vain lovers claimed But they never had met.

Dictator

Yes I am the dictator the more guns I got the better Yes I am the liquidator I carry the old Beretta You know there once was freedom You know how dangerous that can be The people used to dance & sing & they used to run wild in the streets But now I am the voice Howling from your radio From my armour plated Cadillac You'll hear what I say goes

Yes I am the dictator I satisfy the U.S. team I always do my killing in the woods & keep the city gutters clean Cos I need a few more dollars For my fighter pilot to be free To dive bomb on the population If they go running wild in the streets Yes I am that voice…etc

Yes I am the crusador I spent twenty years in exile But now I am the invader & I'm never never gonna die Yes I am the dictator my name is on your ballot sheet But until my box has your cross you know the form is incomplete And you know……..etc

Dirty Punk

Gonna be a dirty punk Gonna rock your neighborhood Do the sound of rebel funk Turn it up loud like it should

I could hear your momma scream She's gonna waste herself away When your daddy smashed that TV screen I understand what he had to say

I'm going to get me a big, big, big Big, Big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard

Gonna be a dirty punk While my brother dresses clean He used to be the local hunk The girls all ride in my machine(?)

How bout the time I made him drunk And he insult my brotherhood I shout out I am a dirty punk Gonna rock your neighbohood

I'm going to get a big, big, big Big, Big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard

Gonna get a big, big, big Go faster! Then I'm gonna go! Big! Let's go to (???) Up your boulevard Up your boulevard Go so far up your boulevard

Gonna drive my big, big, big Big, Big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard

We Are The Clash

Punk rockers, hip-hoppers Brit poppers, show stoppers Beboppers, hair droppers Are you ready to sing?

Right wing, left wing I want something To see me through (???) Bout what do you think

We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash What? We are the Clash It's like a patch You can strike that match

With my guitar now (???) last dance I see them where they (???) How they usually stay

Beating on a drum Did they tell them 'take it in' Got the (???) Where the fat boy blew

We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash That's right We are the Clash It's like a patch You can strike that match

Home fires burnin' In motorcycle city The rockin' gods will choose If I'm worthy to live The first (???) engine (???) forty-six And there's no more (???) To imitate respect

We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash Don't take no shit We are the Clash Do ya hear me? It's like a patch You can strike that match

Are You Red..Y

Are you ready for (x2) War, war, war

High above the satellites View the Earth (???) nights Europe switches off those lights

Are you ready for War, all in all this sentimental War, wall to wall with the regimental War, with all the things continental Are you red

War, war, war

There's no use runnin' a mobile home Everywhere is a target zone Hell is ringing on the red, red phone

Are you ready for

War, all that is futuristic War, all that is realistic War, all that will be ballistic Are you red

War, war, war

Are you ready for (x2)

Vodka chilled in the Kremlin bar Ride on the rocky (???) and hold my arm Raise my glass and break it on the bar

Are you ready for War, all in all this sentimental War, wall to wall with the regimental War, with all the things continental Are you red

Are you ready for War, war, war

Cool Under Heat

Rebels on the corner Rebels to the core Got a million dollar question What is livin' for?

Hey! Man can scratch a livin' In a fat man's city class The teacher is survival But soon the present will be the past

So! Be cool under heat (x2) Be cool on the street Be cool under heat

When you're rockin' down On a cold hard night Pitiless eyes of the cityless souls Narrow in the lights

Sorrow upon sorrow Go ganging up in your head You can leave it till tomorrow If you can balance on the edge

Hey! Be cool under heat (x2) Be cool on the street Be cool under heat

When the baby and you got to fight Go cool your love in the rain When the match refuses to strike Show that you really are in pain

I'm giving you a warning Gonna burn those blue suede shoes Swagger in the mornin' Prints up front page news

Be cool under heat (x2) Be cool on the street Be cool under heat

Movers And Shakers

The boy stood in the burning slum Better times had to come Fate lay in the hands that clap The muscles that move & the power that raps He went up on money street Waving an poping to the beat Off his wits an on his feet He worked a coin from the cold concrete

Movers & shakers come on you got what it takes to make it Movers an shakers come on even if you have to fake it

Where the highway meets the lights With a red bandanna & rapid wipes He shines Glass and he cleans chrome He'll accept what he gets thrown This man earns cos its understood Times are bad and he's makin good Down on him but he's got it beat He's working coin from the cold concrete

Movers & shakers come on….etc And when I see you down & I say That aint no way through that aint no way through Movers & shakers come on….etc

Way back in some city heat When a friend was anybody with food to eat It was lousy life with a leaking roof We got up to find that truth Make a drum from a garbage can Allow your tongue to be a man When the beat propels you off your seat You got it made in the cold concrete

Movers & shakers come on!

This Is England

I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm Are they howling out or doing somebody harm On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm

This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel

Time on his hands freezing in those clothes He won't go for the carrot They beat him by the pole Some sunny day confronted by his soul He's out at sea, too far off, he can't go home

This is England What we're supposed to die for This is England And we're never gonna cry no more

Black shadow of the Vincent Falls on a Triumph line I got my motorcycle jacket But I'm walking all the time South Atlantic wind blows Ice from a dying creed I see no glory When will we be free

This is England We can chain you to the rail This is England We can kill you in a jail

The British boots go kick them Got 'em in the head Police ain't watchin' The newspapers been read Who cares to protest A (???) in the eye like a flare Out came the batons and The British warned themselves

This is England The land of (il)legal dances This is England Land of a thousand stances This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel This is England This is England

Three Card Trick

Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did

Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again & who knows any better than to kick and scratch under English weather >From a chain gang to the mill. The mill that sits on top of the hill The fog drowned towns arr gonna have to fade The wrong side of the a scissor blade

You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick They own the pack while we play the three card trick

Dont you remember the place Where we hid the ace? Yeah not thick but slick Now we all gotta play the three card trick

Fingerpoppin'

This here finger of mine Is gonna point to the beat, right on time This finger points in a brand new dance This finger points for a new romance

This here finger's got no ring It'll point at anything This finger points gonna pop tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight

Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop

Girls, girls round the floor Are you wondering what you came for Why do these boys stand in groups Are they urban tribes of fighting troops

Girls, girls it's time to act Time to beat gonna make contact Make it plain and make it clear Just point out who you want to hear

Don't talk shop Round the house Fingerpop

Dont' talk shop (???) Man or mouse

Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop

Boys, boys cat got your tongue Can't you see she's the prettiest one Better act real hurt Just turn around kickin' the dirt

This here (???) is on selling street Tell the girl who you want to meet This here finger gonna point tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight

Gonna move (x4)

Girls, girls go around the floor Can't remember what you came here for

Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop

This here finger of mine Gonna point to the beat, right on time This finger points in a brand new dance This finger points for a new romance

This here finger's got no ring And it gets to point at anything This finger points rock tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight

North And South

And so we say We ain't got life Don't want a cardboard cut-out Don't want a plastic knife

Now I know, time can march With it's chargin' feet Now I know, words are only cheap It's gonna be a burn out All around this town The South is up But the North is down

There's gonna be a killin' Of a woman and a man Trying to feed that child Without a coin in their hand

And so we say Have you no use For eight million hands And the power of youth

Now I know, time can march With it's chargin' feet Now I know, words are only cheap It's gonna be a burn out All around this town The South is up But the North is down

There's gonna be a killin' Of a woman and a man Trying to feed that child Without a coin in their hand

It's gonna be a burn out!

And so we say We ain't diggin' no graves We're diggin' a foundation For a future to be made

Now I know, time can march With it's chargin' feet Now I know, words are only cheap It's gonna be a burn out All around this town The South is up But the North is down

There's gonna be a killin' Of a woman and a man Trying to feed that child Without a coin in their hand

It's gonna be a burn out!

Life Is Wild

Hey anybody got a cigarette?

Has anybody got a cigarette Haven't you declared a disaster zone Ho! Your car is a total wreck And I just can't go back home

My girl if she had the dope We'd get the messieurs on the phone I still got to get up and go home Don't start driving on my headstone

Go! Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me

Here's to all of my kindred souls He got a life but ain't got no style Well heard that your story goes You nearly broke down after half a mile

Hey that is the way it goes You better keep a note on file You'll have to reap what I suppose Gets you a floor and a (???)

Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me

Somebody got a cigarette? A guitar or a blank cassette Hey! The last thing he'd expect in his bar Gonna chart the rise of my star

Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me

London's Burning

London's burning! London's burning!

All across the town, all across the night Everybody's driving with full headlights Black or white turn it on, face the new religion Everybody's sitting 'round watching television!

London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial 99999

I'm up and down the Westway, in an' out the lights What a great traffic system - it's so bright I can't think of a better way to spend the night Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights

London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial 99999

Now I'm in the subway and I'm looking for the flat This one leads to this block, this one leads to that The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home I run through the empty stone because I'm all alone

London's burning with boredom now… London's burning dial 99999

Clash City Rockers

An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers You need a little jump of electrical shockers You better leave town if you only wanna knock us Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers

You see the rate they come down the escalator Now listen to the tube train accelerator Then you realise that you got to have a purpose Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later

So don't complain about your useless employment Jack it in forever tonight Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it Think of all the money you've got

An' I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes You won't succeed unless you try

You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove Come on and show me say the bells of Old Bowie When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I

City of the Dead

THIS IS THE CITY OF THE DEAD AS WE LIE SIDE BY SIDE IN BED I'D DO SOMETHING ELSE INSTEAD BUT IT IS THE CITY OF THE DEAD

WE WENT OUT KICKIN' AROUND BUT YOU GOT DRUNK AN' FALLEN DOWN AN' I WISHED I COULD BE LIKE YOU WITH THE SOHO RIVER DRINKING ME DOWN

IN THE CITY OF THE DEAD FALL IN LOVE AN' FALL IN BED IT WASN'T ANYTHING YOU SAID EXCEPT I KNOW WE BOTH LIE DEAD

DON'T YOU KNOW WHERE TO COP

THAT'S WHAT NEW YORK JOHNNY SAID * * * * YOU SHOULD GET TO KNOW YOUR TOWN JUST LIKE I KNOW MINE

WHILE ALL THE WINDOWS STARE AHEAD AN' THE STREETS ARE FILLED WITH DREAD EVERY NATION IN THE WORLD SLINKS THROUGH THE ALLEY AFTER GIRLS

WHAT WE WEAR IS DANGEROUS GEAR IT'LL GET YOU PICKED ON ANYWHERE THOUGH WE GET BEAT UP WE DON'T CARE AT LEAST IT LIVENS UP THE AIR

BUT SOMEDAYS WE HIDE INSIDE ALL COURAGE GONE AND PARALYSED SNIFF THAT WIND OF UGLY TENSION TODAY THE JERKS HAVE GOT AGGRESSION

IT IS THE CITY OF THE DEAD

*JOHNNY THUNDERS

London Calling

London calling to the faraway towns Now that war is declared-and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls London calling, now don't look at us All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear London is drowning-and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, an' go it alone London calling upon the zombies of death Quit holding out-and draw another breath London calling-and I don't wanna shout But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out London calling, see we ain't got no highs Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear London is drowning-and I live by the river

Now get this London calling, yeah, I was there, too An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true! London calling at the top of the dial After all this, won't you give me a smile?

I never felt so much a' like

Armagideon Time

STAY AROUND DON'T PLAY AROUND THIS OLD TOWN AND ALL SEEMS LIKE I GOT TO TRAVEL ON

A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO SUPPER TONIGHT A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO JUSTICE TONIGHT THE BATTLE IS GETTIN HOTTER IN THIS IRATION, ARMAGIDEON TIME

A LOT OF PEOPLE RUNNIN AND A HIDING TONIGHT A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO JUSTICE TONIGHT REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER NO ONE WILL GUIDE YOU - ARMAGIDEON TIME

AD LIB VOCALS

Train in Vain

Say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said you felt trapped

Well some things you can explain away But my heartache's in me till this day

Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way

All the times When we were close I'll remember these things the most I see all my dreams come tumbling down I won't be happy without you around

So all alone I keep the wolves at bay There is only one thing that I can say

Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way

You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me

Did you stand by me No, not at all

Now I got a job But it don't pay I need new clothes I need somewhere to stay But without all these things I can do But without your love I won't make it through

But you don't understand my point of view I suppose there's nothing I can do

Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way

You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me?

Did you stand by me

Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way (x2)

Guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row

You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton

Magnificent Seven

Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.! Move y'self to go again Cold water in the face Brings you back to this awful place Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too Must get up an' learn those rules Weather man and the crazy chief One says sun and one says sleet A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too Churning out that boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What? Don't stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Don't stop! Yeah!

Working for a rise, better my station Take my baby to sophistication She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice Better work hard - I seen the price Never mind that it's time for the bus We got to work - an' you're one of us Clocks go slow in a place of work

Minutes drag and the hours jerk

“When can I tell 'em wot I do? In a second, maaan…oright Chuck!”

Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss It's our profit, it's his loss But anyway lunch bells ring Take one hour and do your thanng! Cheeesboiger!

What do we have for entertainment? Cops kickin' Gypsies on the pavement Now the news - snap to attention! The lunar landing of the dentist convention Italian mobster shoots a lobster Seafood restaurant gets out of hand A car in the fridge Or a fridge in the car? Like cowboys do - in T.V. land

You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?

So get back to work an' sweat some more The sun will sink an' we'll get out the door It's no good for man to work in cages Hits the town, he drinks his wages You're frettin', you're sweatin' But did you notice you ain't gettin'? Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To take your car outta that gear Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To get your car outta that gear Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels Came to the checkout at the 7-11 Marx was skint - but he had sense Engels lent him the necessary pence

What have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!

Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi Went to the park to check on the game But they was murdered by the other team Who went on to win 50-nil You can be true, you can be false You be given the same reward Socrates and Milhous Nixon Both went the same way - through the kitchen Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin Who's more famous to the billion millions? News Flash: Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up Budgie Oooohh…bub-bye

Magnificence!!

FUCKING LONG, INNIT?

Know Your Rights

This is a public service announcement With guitar Know your rights all three of them

Number 1 You have the right not to be killed Murder is a CRIME! Unless it was done by a Policeman or aristocrat Know your rights

And Number 2 You have the right to food money Providing of course you Don't mind a little Investigation, humiliation And if you cross your fingers Rehabilitation

Know your rights These are your rights Wang

Know these rights

Number 3 You have the right to free Speech as long as you're not Dumb enough to actually try it.

Know your rights These are your rights All three of 'em It has been suggested In some quarters that this is not enough! Well…………………………

Get off the streets Get off the streets Run You don't have a home to go to Smush

Finally then I will read you your rights

You have the right to remain silent You are warned that anything you say Can and will be taken down And used as evidence against you

Listen to this Run

Safe European Home

WELL, I JUST GOT BACK AN' I WISH I NEVER LEAVE NOW WHO DAT MARTIAN ARRIVAL AT THE AIRPORT? HOW MANY LOCAL DOLLARS FOR A LOCAL ANAESTHETIC? THE JOHNNY ON THE CORNER WAS A VERY SYMPATHETIC

I WENT TO THE PLACE WHERE EVERY WHITE FACE IS AN INVITATION TO ROBBERY AN' SITTING HERE IN MY SAFE EUROPEAN HOME I DON'T WANNA GO BACK THERE AGAIN

WASN'T I LUCKY N' WOULDN'T IT BE LOVERLY? SEND US ALL CARDS, AN' HAVE A LAYING IN ON A SUNDAY I WAS THERE FOR TWO WEEKS, SO HOW COME I NEVER TELL THAT NATTY DREAD DRINKS AT THE SHERATON HOTEL?

NOW THEY GOT THE SUN, AN' THEY GOT THE PALM TREES THEY GOT THE WEED, AN' THEY GOT THE TAXIS WHOA, THE HARDER THEY COME, N' THE HOME OF OL' BLUEBEAT YES I'D STAY AN' BE A TOURIST BUT I CAN'T TAKE THE GUNPLAY

English Civil War

WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN HE'S COMING BY BUS OR UNDERGROUND A WOMAN'S EYE WILL SHED A TEAR TO SEE HIS FACE SO BEATEN IN FEAR AN' IT WAS JUST AROUND THE CORNER IN THE ENGLISH CIVIL WAR

IT WAS STILL AT THE STAGE OF CLUBS AND FISTS WHEN THAT WELL-KNOWN FACE GOT BEATEN TO BITS YOUR FACE WAS BLUE IN THE LIGHT OF THE SCREEN AS WE WATCHED THE SPEECH OF AN ANIMAL SCREAM THE NEW PARTY ARMY WAS MARCHING RIGHT OVER OUR HEADS

ALRIGHT

THERE YOU ARE, HA HA, I TOLD YOU SO SAYS EVERYBODY THAT WE KNOW BUT WHO HID A RADIO UNDER THE STAIRS AN' WHO GOT CAUGHT OUT ON THEIR UNAWARES? WHEN THAT NEW PARTY ARMY CAME MARCHING RIGHT UP THE STAIRS

WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN NOBODY UNDERSTANDS IT CAN HAPPEN AGAIN THE SUN IS SHINING AN' THE KIDS ARE SHOUTING LOUD BUT YOU GOTTA KNOW IT'S SHINING THROUGH A CRACK IN THE CLOUD AND THE SHADOWS KEEP FALLING WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME

Tommy Gun

TOMMY GUN YOU AIN'T HAPPY LESS YOU GOT ONE TOMMY GUN AIN'T GONNA SHOOT THE PLACE UP JUST FOR FUN MAYBE HE WANTS TO DIE FOR THE MONEY MAYBE HE WANTS TO KILL FOR HIS COUNTRY WHATEVER HE WANTS, HE'S GONNA GET IT!

TOMMY GUN YOU BETTER STRIP IT DOWN FOR A CUSTOM RUN TOMMY GUN WAITING IN THE AIRPORT 'TILL KINGDOM COME AN' WE CAN WATCH YOU MAKE IT ON THE NINE O'CLOCK NEWS STANDING THERE IN PALESTINE LIGHTING THE FUSE WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT

TOMMY GUN YOU'LL BE DEAD WHEN YOUR WAR IS WON TOMMY GUN BUT DID YOU HAVE TO GUN DOWN EVERYONE? I CAN SEE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED A NATION OF DESTINY HAS GOT TO BE FULFILLED WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!

TOMMY GUN YOU CAN BE A HERO IN AN AGE OF NONE TOMMY GUN I'M CUTTING OUT YOUR PICTURE FROM PAGE ONE I'M GONNA GET A JACKET JUST LIKE YOURS AN' GIVE MY FALSE SUPPORT TO YOUR CAUSE WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!

BOATS AN' TANKS AND PLANES, IT'S YOUR GAME KINGS AN' QUEENS AN' GENERALS LEARN YOUR NAME I SEE ALL THE INNOCENTS, THE HUMAN SACRIFICE AND IF DEATH COMES SO CHEAP THEN THE SAME GOES FOR LIFE!

Julie's in the Drug Squad

IT'S LUCY IN THE SKY AND ALL KINDS OF APPLE PIE SHE GIGGLES AT THE SCREEN 'COS IT LOOKS SO GREEN THERE'S CARPETS ON THE PAVEMENTS AND FEATHERS IN HER EYE BUT SOONER OR LATER, HER NEW FRIENDS WILL REALISE THAT JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD

WELL IT SEEMED LIKE A DREAM, TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE STASH IT IN THE BANK WHILE THE TABLETS GROW HIGH IN THEIR MILLIONS

AND EVERYBODY'S HIGH (HI, MAN…) BUT THERE'S SOMEONE LOOKING DOWN FROM THAT MOUNTAINSIDE 'COS JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD

AND IT'S TEN YEARS FOR YOU NINETEEN FOR YOU AND YOU CAN GET OUT IN TWENTY-FIVE THAT IS IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE

AN' THEN THERE CAME THE NIGHT OF THE GREATEST EVER RAID THEY ARRESTED EVERY DRUG THAT HAD EVER BEEN MADE THEY TOOK EIGHTY-TWO LAWS THROUGH EIGHTY-TWO DOORS AND THEY DIDN'T HALT THE PULL TILL THE CELLS WERE ALL FULL 'COS JULIE WAS WORKING FOB THE DRUG SQUAD

THEY PUT HIM IN A CELL, THEY SAID YOU WAIT HERE YOU'VE GOT THE TIME TO COUNT ALL OF YOUR HAIR YOU'VE GOT FIFTEEN YEARS A MIGHTY LONG TIME YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A PHYSICIST BUT NOW YOUR NAME IS ON THE MAILBAG LIST JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD

GUMBO!

Last Gang in Town

Everybody's looking for last gang in town You better watch out for they're all comin' around

The sport of today is exciting The in crowd are into infighting When some punk sees some rock-olla It's rock and roll all over In every street and every station Kids fight like different nations And it's brawn against brain And it's knife against chain But it's all young blood Flowing down the drain

The Crops hit the Stiffs An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs They're all looking 'round

For the last gang in town

Meanwhile down in black town Those old soul rebels are haingin' around An' when some punk come alooking for sound Rastaferi goes to ground The white heart flipped his pocket dipped 'Cos a black sharp knife never slips And they never say to one antoher That tomorrow we might kill our brothers

Down from the edge of London The rockabily rebels came From another edge of London Skinhead gangs call out their name But not the Zydeco kids From the high rise Though they can't be recognized When you hear a cajun fiddle Then you're nearly in the middle Of the last gang in town

Guns on the Roof

I swear by Almighty God To tell the whole truth And nothing but the truth

Guns guns They torture all the women and children Then they've put the men to the gun 'Cos across the human frontier Freedom's always on the run

Guns guns a-shaking in terror Guns guns killing in error Guns guns guilty hands Guns guns shatter the lands

A system built by the sweat of the many Creates assassins to kill off the few Take any place and call it a court house This is a place where no judge can stand

Sue the lawyers and burn all the papers Unlock the key of the legal papers A jury of a billion faces Shouted out condemned out of hand

Guns guns, and nobody's kidding Guns guns, or foolin' around Guns guns, the violence is singing Guns guns, a silence the sound

'N I Iike to be in Aferica A-beatin' on the final drum 'N I like to be in U.S.S.R. Makin' sure these things will come 'N I like to be in U.S.A. Pretending that the wars are done 'N I like to be in Europa Saying goodbye to everyone

Guns guns there's guns on the roof Guns guns they're made to shoot

Drug Stabbing Time

Drug stabbing time Well I got working on the Ford line A paying off the big fine Drug stabbin' time

Drug stabbin' time Is from nine to nine Nobody wantsa user Nobody needs a loser So kick him out that door An' don't answer it no more

Drug stabbin' time It's a Greenwich Mean Time Your friends all hate each other you think You've got another But who's at the door? Don't answer it no more

Drug stabbin time In a bedroom crime There's a tape recording on a telephone line An' it's ringin from the floor So don't answer it no more

Now I was lying in my room It was raining drugs all afternoon. I hear this car pull up outside Comes to a stop like, skreeee

Someone's in a hurry 'N someone better worry 'Cos these four guys all had on their feet A pair of black shoes shining and neat I thinks

Blackshoes on No that's bad news Here they come charging up the stairs alright Sonny just tell us where

Drug stabbin time Don't ask me mate Working on the Ford line Paying off the big fine Drug stabbin' time

Stay Free

WE MET WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL NEVER TOOK NO SHIT FROM NO ONE, WE WEREN'T FOOLS THE TEACHER SAYS WE'RE DUMB WE'RE ONLY HAVING FUN WE PISS ON EVERYONE IN THE CLASSROOM

WHEN WE GOT THROWN OUT I LEFT WITHOUT MUCH FUSS AN' WEEKENDS WE'D GO DANCING DOWN STREATHAM ON THE BUS YOU ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH

GOT ME IN BAD FIGHTS PLAY ME POOL ALL NIGHT SMOKIN' MENTHOL

I PRACTISED DAILY IN MY ROOM YOU WERE DOWN THE CROWN PLANNING YOUR NEXT MOVE GO ON A NICKING SPREE HIT THE WRONG GUY EACH OF YOU GET THREE YEARS IN BRIXTON

I DID MY VERY BEST TO WRITE HOW WAS BUTLINS? WERE THE SCREWS TOO TIGHT? WHEN YOU LOT GET OUT WERE GONNA HIT THE TOWN WE'LL BURN IT FUCKIN' DOWN TO A CINDER

COS YEARS HAVE PASSED AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED AND I MOVE ANYWAY I WANNA GO I'LL NEVER FORGET THE FEELING I GOT WHEN I HEARD THAT YOU'D GOT HOME AN' I'LL NEVER FORGET THE SMILE ON MY FACE 'COS I KNEW WHERE YOU WOULD BE AN' IF YOU'RE IN THE CROWN TONIGHT HAVE A DRINK ON ME BUT GO EASY…STEP LIGHTLY…STAY FREE

Cheapskates

I have been a washer up An' he has been a scrubber up An' I seen him a picking up Dog ends in the rain An' he has never read a book Though I told him to take a look He lifted his poolhall cue For another game But it ain't no modern miracle That we found the golden rule What you can't buy you gotta steal An' what you say can't steal you better leave

I don't like to hang about In this lonely room 'Cos london is for going out And trying to hear a tune But people come pouncing up to me And say what are you doing here You're supposed to be a star Not a cheapskate bleeding queer

Like a load of rats from a sinking ship You slag us down to save your hip But you don't give me the benfit Of your doubt 'Cos I'll bite it off and spit it out

We're cheapskates anything'll do We're cheapskates what are we supposed to do? An' we can rock Hey hey let's roll An' we can walk An' do the stroll

Just because we're in a group You think we're stinking rich 'N we all got model girls Shedding every stitch 'N You think the cocaine's flowing Like a river up our noses 'N every sea will part for us Like the red one did for Moses

Well I hope you make it one day Just like you always said you would some day And I'll get out my money and make a bet That I'll be seein' you down the launderette

All the Young Punks

Hanging about down the market street

I spent a lot of time on my feet When I saw some passing yabbos We did chance to speak

I knew how to sing y' know an They knew how to pose An' one of them had a Les Paul Heart attack machine

All the young punks Laugh your life Cos there ain't much to cry for All the young cunts Live it now Cos there ain't much to die for

Everybody wants to bum A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster And we went out Got our name in small print on the poster Of course we got a manger Though he ain't the mafia A contract is a contract When they get 'em out on yer

You gotta drag yourself to work Drag yourself to sleep You're dead from the neck up By the middle of the week

Face front you got the future shining Like a piece of gold But I swear as we get closer It look more like a lump of coal But it's better than some factory Now that's no place to waste your youth I worked there for a week once I luckily got the boot

London Calling

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear London is drowning-and I live by the river

Now get this London calling, yeah, I was there, too An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true! London calling at the top of the dial After all this, won't you give me a smile?

I never felt so much a' like

Brand New Cadillac

Driiiiiiiive!!! (x2)

My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac Yes she did! My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac She said, “Hey, come here, Daddy!” “I ain't never comin' back!”

Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? C'mon, sugar, just come on back to me She said, “Balls to you, Big Daddy.” She ain't never coming back!

Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? Oh c'mon, just hear my plea She said, “Balls to you, Daddy.” She ain't coming back to me

Baby, baby drove up in a Cadillac I said, “Jesus Christ! Where'd you get that cadillac?” She said, “Balls to you, Daddy.” She ain't never coming back!

Jimmy Jazz

The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz

Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread Cut off his ears and chop off his head Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz

So if you're gonna take a message 'cross this town Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side See it gets to Jimmy Jazz

Don't you bother me, not anymore I can't take this tale, oh, no more It's all around, Jimmy Jazz

J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz And then it sucks, he said, suck that! So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother ANd see what you found But I guarantee that it ain't your day Chop! Chop!

Hateful

Well, I got a friend who's a man What man? The man who keeps me from the lovely He gives me what I need What you need? What you got? I need it all so badly

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me Anything I want he gives it, but not for free It's hateful And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere

This year I've lost some friends Some friends? What friends? I dunno, I ain't even noticed

You see, I gotta go out again Again? My friend I gotta see that mainman

I killed all my nerves My nerves? What swerves? And I can't drive so steady

I've lost my memory My mind? Behind! I can't see so clearly

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me Anything I want he gives it, but not for free It's hateful And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere

Rudie Can't Fail

Sing, Michael, sing-on the route of the 19 Bus Hear them sayin' How you get a rude and a reckless? Don't you be so crude and a feckless You been drinking brew for breakfast Rudie can't fail

So we reply I know that my life make you nervous But I tell you that I can't live in service Like the doctor who was born for a purpose*** Rudie can't fail

I WENT TO THE MARKET TO REALISE MY SOUL 'CAUSE WHAT I NEED I JUST DON'T HAVE FIRST THEY CURSE, THEN THEY PRESS ME TILL I HURT WE SAY RUDIE CAN'T FAIL

We hear them sayin' Now first you must cure your temper Then you find a job in the paper You need someone for a saviour Oh, Rudie can't fail

We reply Now we get a rude and a reckless We been seen lookin' cool an' a speckless We been drinking brew for breakfast So Rudie can't fail

Okay! So where you wanna go today? Hey boss man! You're looking pretty smart In your chicken skin suit

You think you're pretty hot In your pork pie hat But…Rudie can't fail Look out, look out… Sky juice!…10 cents a bottle!

*DOCTOR ALIMANTADO

Spanish Bombs

Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the vendanna open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the cemetery walls The black cars of the Guardia Civil Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight

Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito Yote querda, oh mi corazon Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazon

Spanish weeks in my disco casino The freedom fighters died upon the hill They sang the red flag They wore the black one But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill Back home the buses went up in flashes The Irish tomb was drenched in blood Spanish bombs shatter the hotels My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud

Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito Yote querda, oh mi corazon Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazon

The hillsides ring with “Free the people” Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39? With trenches full of poets The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon

Right Profile

Say, where did I see this guy? In Red River? Or a place in the sun? Maybe the Misfits? Or From Here to Eternity?

Everybody say, “Is he all right?” And everybody say, “What's he like?” Everybody say, “He sure look funny.” That's…Montgomery Clift, honey!

New York, New York, New York, 42nd Street Hustlers rustle and pimps pimp the beat Monty Clift is recognized at dawn He ain't got no shoes and his clothes are torn

I see a car smashed at night Cut the applause and dim the light Monty's face is broken on a wheel Is he alive? Can he still feel?

Nembutol numbs it all But I prefer alcohol

He said go out and get me my old movie stills Go out and get me another roll of pills There I go again shaking, but I ain't got the chills

ARRRGHHHGORRA BUH BHUH DO ARRRRGGGGHHHHNNNN!!!!

Lost in the Supermarket

I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in her for that special offer A guaranteed personality

I wasn't born so much as I fell out Nobody seemed to notice me We had a hedge back home in the suburbs Over which I never could see

I heard the people who lived on the ceiling Scream and fight most scarily Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling That's how it's been all around me

I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in her for that special offer A guaranteed personality

I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes I save coupons from packets of tea I've got my giant hit discoteque album I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free

The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls Make me noises for company Long distance callers make long distance calls And the silence makes me lonely

I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in her for that special offer A guaranteed personality

And it's not hear It disappear I'm all lost

Clampdown

What are we gonna do now? 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 We will train our blue-eyed men To be young believers

The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again I'm not working for the clampdown No man born with a living soul Can 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 D'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 The men at the factory are old and cunning You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin' It's the best years of your life they want to steal

You grow up and you calm down You're working for the clampdown You start wearing the blue and brown You're working for the clampdown So you got someone to boss around It makes you feel big now You drift until you brutalize You made your first kill now

In these days of evil presidentes Working for the clampdown But lately one or two has fully paid their due For working for the clampdown But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!

And I've given away no secrets Who's barmy now?