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

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

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 - 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 - 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 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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 - 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

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

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

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?

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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 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

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

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!

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

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

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

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!

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!

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

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

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 Rock rock Clash city rockers

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 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

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

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)

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

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?

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

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

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 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!

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!

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

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 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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

Wrong 'Em Boyo

Stagger Lee met Billy and they go down to gambling Stagger Lee throwed seven Billy said that he throwed eight So Billy said, hey Stagger! I'm gonna make my big attack I'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back

Why do you try to cheat? And trample people under your feet Don't you know it is wrong? To cheat the trying man So you better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo

You lie, steal, cheat and deceit In such a small, small game Don't you know it is wrong

Billy Boy has been shot And Stagger Lee's come out on top Don't you know it is wrong To cheat the trying man To cheat Stagger man You'd better stop So you must start all over again-all over again You got to play it, Billy, play, you got to play it, Billy, play And you will find it is the right 'em boyo

But if you must lie and deceit And trample people under your feet Don't you know it is wrong It is the wrong 'em boyo

Death or Glory

Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand

How death or glory becomes just another story How death or glory becomes just another story 'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research That he who fucks nun will later join the church

From every dingy basement on every dingy street I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on If you been trying for years-then we already heard your song

Koka Kola

Elevator! Going up! In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor The money can be made if you really want some more Executive decision-a clinical precision Jumping from the windows-filled with indecision

I get good advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze

It's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power When top men need a top up long before the happy hour Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot You won't need a launderette, you can send them to the vet!

I get my advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze

Koka Kola advertising and kokaine Strolling down the Broadway in the rain Neon light sign says it I read it in the paper-they're crazy! Suit your life, maybe so In the White House-I know All Over Berlin (they've been doing it for years) And in Manhattan!

Coming through the door is a snub nose 44 What the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor Your eyeballs feel like pinballs And your tongue feels like a fish You're leaping from the windows-saying don't Ayaiiiiirrrghhh! *@!!*@!!*! Don't give me none of this!

I get good advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Hit the deck!

Card Cheat

There's a solitary man crying, “Hold me.” It's only because he's a-lonely If the keeper of time runs slowly He won't be alive for long!

If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve? It means nothing!

To the opium den and the barroom gin In the Belmont chair playing violins The gambler's face cracks into a grin As he lays down the king of spades

But the dealer just stares There's something wrong here, he thinks The gambler is seized and forced to his knees And shot dead

He only wanted more time Away from the darkest door But his luck it gave in As the dawn light crept in And he lay on the floor

From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear To all of the men who have stood with no fear In the service of the King

Before you met your fate be sure you Did not forsake your lover May not be around anymore

Lover's Rock

Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right If you wanna make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock 'Cause everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor babie's name When she forgot that thing that she had to swallow

You Western man, you're free with your seed When you make lovers rock But woops! there goes the strength that you need To make real cool lovers rock 'Cause a genuine lover takes off his clothes And he can make a lover in a thousand go's An' she don't need that thing that she had to swallow

Four Horsemen

Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in the sun That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue But they told no one where they had begun-four horsemen

They were given al lthe foods of vanity And all the instant promises of immortality Buyt they bit the dust screamin' insanity!-four horsemen

One was over the edge, one was over the cliff One was lickin' em dry with a bloody great spliff When they picked up the hiker he didn't want the lift From the horsemen

But you! You're not searching, are you now? You're not looking anyhow You're never gonna ride that lonely mile Or put yourself up on trial Oh, you told me how your life was so bad An' I agree that it does seem sad But that's the price that you gotta pay If you're lazing all around all day Four horsement coming right through Four horsemen and they're pissing by you They make you look like you're wearing a truss Four hosemen and it's gonna be us

Well they gave useverything for bending the mind ANd we cleaned out their pockets and we drank 'em blind IT's a long way to the finish so don't get left behind By those horsemen

And they gave us the grapes that went ripe in the sun That loosen the scews at the back of the tongue But we still told nothing 'bout what was to come Four horsemen

I'm Not Down

If it's true that a rich man leads a sad life N' that's what they from day to day Then what do all the poor do with their lives? Have nothing to say on judgment day?

I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out but I'm not down, I'm not down I've been shown up, but I've grown up And I'm not down, I'm not down

On my own I faced a gang of jeering in strange streets When my nerves were pumping and I Fought my fear in, I did not run I was not done

And I have lived that kind of day When one of your sorrows will go away It goes down and down and hit the floor Down and down and down some more Depression But I now there'll be some way When I can swing everything back my way Like skyscrapers rising up Floor by floor, I'm not giving up

So you rock around and think that You're the toughest In the world, the whole wide world But you're streets away from where It gets the roughest You ain't been there

Revolution Rock

Revolution rock, it is a brand new rock A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock

Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back An' I'm so pilled up that I rattle I have got the sharpeest knife, so I cut the biggest slice But I have no time to do battle

Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this Brand new beat This here music mash up the nation This here music cause a sensation Tell your ma, tell your pa everything's gonna be all right Can't you feel it? DOn't ignore it Gonna be Arl-right

Revolution rock, I am in a state of shock So bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock

Careful how you slide, Clyde, all you did was glide And you poured your beer in me hat With my good eye on the beat, living on fixation strete And I ai't got no time for that

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

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?

Hitsville U.K.

They cried the tears, they shed the fears, Up and down the land, They stole guitars or used guitars - So the tape would understand, Without even the slightest hope of a 1000 sales Just as if, as if there was, a hitsville in U.K., I know the boy was all alone, til the hitsville hit U.K.

They say true talent will allways emerge in time, When lightening hits small wonder - Its fast rough factory trade, No expense accounts, or lunch discounts Or hypeing up the charts, The band went in, 'n knocked 'em dead, in 2 min. 59

- No slimy deals, with smarmy eels - in hitsville U.K. Lets shake'n say, we'll operate - in hitsville U.K. The mutants, creeps and musclemen, Are shaking like a leaf, It blows a hole in the radio, When it hasnt sounded good all week, A mike'n boom, in your living room - in hitsville U.K. No consumer trials, or A.O.R., in hitsville U.K., Now the boys and girls are not alone, Now the hitsville's hit U.K.

Junco Partner

Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street

Singing 6 months ain't no sentence And one year ain't no time I was born in Angola Serving 14 to 99

Well I wish I had me $1 million dollars Oh one million to call my own I would raise meat and say, “grow for me baby” I would raise me a tobacco farm

Well I wish I would have me a great deal of money Yeah and mighty good things all over town Now I ain't got no more money All of my good friends are putting me down

So now I gotta pawn my rifle and pistol Yeah I'm gonna pawn my watch and chain I would have pawned my seat Gabriella But the smart girl she wouldn't sign her name

Give me headstone when I die

Ivan Meets G.I. Joe

So you're on the floor, at 54 Think you can last - at the Palace Does your body go to the to and fro? But tonight's the night - or didn't you know That Ivan meets G.I. Joe

He tried his tricks- that Ruskie bear The United Nations said it's all fair He did the radiation - the chemical plague But he could not win - with a cossack spin

The Vostok Bomb - the Stalin strike He tried every move - he tried to hitch hike He drilled a hole - like a Russian star He made every move in his repertoire

When Ivan meet G.I. Joe

Now it was G.I. Joe's turn to blow He turned it on - cool and slow He tried a payphone call to the Pentagon A radar scan - a leviathan

He wiped the Earth - clean as a plate What does it take to make a Ruskie break? But the crowd are bored and off they go Over the road to watch China blow!

When Ivan meets G.I. Joe

Leader

Atom secrets, secret leaflet Have the boys found the leak yet? The molehill sets the wheel in motion His downfall picks up locomotion

The people must have something good to read on a Sunday

The leader's wife takes a government car In the dark to meet her minister But the leader never leaves his door ajar As he swings his whip from the Boer War

He wore a leather mask for his dinner guests Totally nude and with deep respect Proposed a toast to the votes he gets The feeling of power and the thought of sex!

Now the girl let the fat man touch her Vodka fumes and the feel of a vulture The driver waited in the embassy car The fat man's trap was set for capture So the girl let the thin man touch her Mixing questions, drunken laughter The ministry car was waiting there A minister knows his own affair

The people must have something good to read on a Sunday

Something About England

They say immigrants steal the hubcaps Of the respected gentlemen They say it would be wine an' roses If England were for Englishmen again

Well I saw a dirty overcoat At the foot of the pillar of the road Propped inside was an old man Whom time would not erode When the night was snapped by sirens Those blue lights circled fast The dancehall called for an' ambulance The bars all closed up fast

My silence gazing at the ceiling While roaming the single room I thought the old man could help me If he could explain the gloom You really think it's all new You really think about it too The old man scoffed as he spoke to me I'll tell you a thing or two

I missed the fourteen-eighteen war But not the sorrow afterwards With my father dead and my mother ran off My brothers took the pay of hoods The twenties turned the north was dead The hunger strike came marching south At the garden party not a word was said The ladies lifted cake to their mouths

The next war began and my ship sailed With battle orders writ in bed In five long years of bullets and shells We left tem million dead The few returned to old Piccadily We limped around Leicster Square The world was busy rebuilding itself The architects could not care

But how could we know when I was young All the canges that were to come? All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield And now the terror of the scientific sun There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs They taught you how to touch your cap But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace England never closed this gap

So leave me now the moon is up But remember all the tales I tell The memories that you have dredged up Are on letters forwarded from hell

The streets were by now deserted The gangs had trudged off home The lights clicked off in the bedsits An' old England was all alone

Rebel Waltz

I slept and I dreamed of a time long ago I saw an army of rebels, dancing on air I dreamed as I slept, I could see the campfires, A song of the battle, that was born in the flames, and the rebels were waltzing on air.

I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz that was written to be danced on the battlefield I danced to the tune of a voice of a girl A voice that called “Stand till we fall we stand till all the boys fall.”

As we danced came the news that the war was not won 5 armies were coming, with carrige and gun Through the heart of the camp swept the news from the front A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food We knew the war could not be won.

So we danced with a rifle, to the rhythm of the gun in a glade through the trees i saw my only one Then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun The soldiers were dying, there was tune to the sighing. The song was an old rebel one.

As the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field My eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees I slept as I dreamed I saw the army rise A voice began to call, stand till you fall The tune was an old rebel one.

Look here! What d'you think you're Gonna be doin' next year? No lie… How you know you're not Gonna up and die? No doubt…

Soon enough your friends Will find you out Take care… You know you might not have Too much time to spare I say…

How long have you been acting Up this way? One knows… When you gonna get Your own floorshow I'm hip… And you could use a button On your lip

Look here What d'you think you're Gonna be doing next year I'm hip!

Start the car lets make a midnight run Across the river to South London To dance to the latest hi-fi sound Of bass, guitar and drum Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat

Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst For the sweat will start to run With a cymbal splash, a word of truth And a rocking bass and drum Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure on Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat

So one by one they come on down From the tower blocks of my home town Stepping with the rhythm of the rockers beat Drowning out the pressure of the crooked beat Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat

It has crooked past this crooked street Where cars patrol this crooked beat Badges flsh and sirens wail They'll be taking one and all to jail

Prance! Prance! You want a law to dance?

Someone lights a cigarette While riding in a car Some ol' guy takes a swig And passes back the jar But where they were last night No-one can remember Somebody got murdered Goodbye, for keeps, forever

Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever

And you're minding your own business Carrying spare change You wouldn't cosh a barber You're hungry all the same I been very tempted To grab it from the till I been very hungry But not enough to kill

Somebody got murdered His name cannot be found A small stain on the pavement They'll scrub it off the ground As the daily crown disperses No-one says that much Somebody got murdered And it' left me with a touch

Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever Sounds like murder! Those shouts! Are they drunk down below?

It's late, and my watch stopped Some time ago Sounds like murder! Those screams! Are they drunk down below?

Must I get a witness? for all this misery There's no need to, brothers everybody can see That its one more time in the ghetto you know One more time if you please now One more time to the dying man They say one more time if you please

The old lady kicks karate For just a little walk down the street The little baby he knows kung fu He tries it on those he meets Cos its a one more time!

You don't need no silicone to calculate poverty Watch when Watts town burns again The bus goes to Montgomery

Cos it's a one more time in the ghetto One more time if you please One more time for the dying man One more time to be free

Stop wastin' time Right

One more breath

One more time in the ghetto One more time if you please One

One more time for the dying man One more time if you please now

One more time

Now lightning strikes in old New York It may be dark but I wanna talk It might rain, it might snow Too many things I got to know If this is spring than it's time to sing Never mind the l'il birdies wing Look out, look out, old New York New York's coming an' New York talks Hey! Strike! Not once… Strike! But twice!

Get out your money - peel a slab Roll some notes an' hail a cab Drive in church drive in back Drive down Seventh in a tank Take in the sights, feel the breeze See New York's one and only tree It can be found in Garbage park But don't inspect it after dark Strike! New York! Lightning! Not once but twice.

Accidental hike in the transit strike Roller skate or ride a bike Three to a car, Brooklyn Bridge You won't get far if you're privileged Graffiti Jack sprays in black An Englishman can he read it back? Deli Joe he ought to know He runs the gang on Pastrami Row Strike! Lightning strike!

Because glass to glass, street to street Buildings touch St. Peter's feet From car to bar, prez to shah Everything is in the jar The 4 winds blow cos the 4 winds know Takes a special hustle to make a roll Honey girl on her feet I wish everything to make her sweet Strike! Twice! OK so roll! From Harlem! Strike one!

Harlem slum to penthouse block On every door I already knocked There wasn't anybody that I didn't leave alone Somebody lying under every stone Everything that a man could need In a bag down by my knee That looks good, this ain't got seeds Cheaper than booze down in the bowery Lightning strike! Old New York! Everything's light! Strike!

Hey ho such a night I'll see y'all when the lightning strike A polaroid caught in the act You're married too and that's a fact But I won't peek and I won't squeek Down by the trucks on Christopher Street It's Cuban Day - Oi Vey Chinese New Year let's call it a day Tootsie! Hey Chi man! That melody is Puerto Rican Hey Chi man is what he's speaking An' there's the road down into London Town Where many cars get broken down It's the Westway from Ladbroke Grove Runs down to Old Hounslow Just thought I'd mention the new extention That run's down the 59th street intersection Did you hear the news y'all? London Town on the Broadway!

The towers of London, these crumbling rocks Reality estates that the hero's got And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds? You can piss in the lifts which have broken down You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light We're invisible here just past midnight

The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there A giant pipe organ up in the air You can't live in a home which should not have been built By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt When the wind hits this building this building it tilts One day it will surely fall to the ground…

Fear is just another commodity here They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear A bang on the door resoundingly clear Who would really want to move in here? The children play faraway, the corridors are bare This room is a cage its like captivity How can anyone exist in such misery?

It has been said not only here

“Allianza dollars are spent To raise the towering buildings For the weary bones of the workers To go back in the morning To be strong in the morning”

Is the music of grove skin rock Soaked in the diesel of was boys war? Blood, black gold and the face of a judge Is the music calling for a river of blood?

Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso Spread the news all over the grove The big meeting has decided That total was must burn on the grove

Does it mean I should take my machete To chop my way through the path of life? Does it mean I should run with the dog pack Is that the way to be the one to survive?

Never need a gun says Tai Chi Move on up to dragon snaps his tail Fall back on still waters Hammer with his eye on the nail

Spread the word tonight please, Sammy They're searching everyhouse on the grove Don't go alone now, Sammy! The wind has blown away the corner soul

Tell the news for me, Sammy They're searching every place on the grove But don't go down alone new, Sammy! The wind has blown away the croner soul

Is the music calling for a river of blood?

Summon up the mas! Play on the pan! Staring dreads are jerking their locks As the white star liner sank in the docks But on the drummers face, there is a look of dread As he drums away 400 years of dread The dancer man-in the power of mas Is smoking ti the mighty sparrow's blast

But you better be careful You still got to watch yourself

You wanna be crazy So you wanna go crazy Let's go crazy So you wanna be crazy Then let's go crazy Let's go crazy

The lawful force are here of course For special offenders for the special court But the young men know when the sun has set Darkness comes to settle the debt Owed by a year of S.U.S. and suspect Indiscriminate use of the power of arrest

They're waiting for the sun to set

The mighty observer who keeps his cabinets hot A great meeting of rhythm and face A humming of values and a children's place But the sticks man gives the copper good excuse To shut off the ganja and control the juice

To control the juice

So you wanna go crazy? Then let's go crazy So take it on crazy! So they get all crazy Bricks and bottles corrugated iron Shields and helmets carnival time 'N moa ambassa, sledgehammer sound Ray symbolic from jamdown town

Left Channel Make sure! Taking cover in the bunker tonight Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights I feel alright Gotta Fender Stratosphere I can do anything tonight It's in neon lights an' global rights Frank? He's on the phone There ain't no German girl outside But who cares when its warm inside? With music Special mystery of music tragically Exchanging slaves for majesties Modern waves of tragedy Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots A shiny grey mexican suit The blue eyed traffic can sashay by 'Cos tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai The kick-out traffic goes creaking by I smash my glass and shout shanghi My drummer friend comes shooting by He said Errol Flynn will never die Oh no! Who am I to question why? And are you lonesome tonight And do ya need a country cowboy Who's just thin and tight in those Brrrr bus depot jeans With a squirt resistant stud stud Hey stoner

Get over there in the spliffbunker one Becos London Bridge was sold somehow But it was too old anyhow When Uncle Sam has broken down We'll make him down in old Japan Say yeee

Well there ain't no better blend Than Joe Ely and his Texas Men Where the wind blows I ain't seen none like that scenery You can see from a bus if you pay the price

Wave my arms around Flag one of those taxi's maybe I saw a girl somewhere somehow Forever sticks in my mind somehow I've just got three lines And a pair of two's Like a lucky roll of dice that you You cast

*Right Channel* If music could talk! Which means Whatever your mind can bring Likethe apple fell off the tree Pah! Fell right on his head Yeah many years ago

There was a man who said I am a shaman A voodoo shaman Got in trouble so he's going out Mixing up and Haiti! Oh! And the crickets Buddy Holly said it was Brrr Brrr yiii!

If music could talk you know

I feel kinda lonely Standing out on the floor Of Electric Ladyland… Cos this is a good question Samson Are you partly Arabic?

Chi man! Whatcho all about

I don't want to I can't hope to Say it all in one go Occasionally once or twice A day I feel alive enough to say Let's hear what the drummerman's Got to say about He said is it Errol Flynn's birthday or not? Sept 12 until October If they pack 2 piece Colt pair of shoots We got the shiny grey Mexican suits I'm just wasting a great big Corporation and the entire fund The girders of Wall Street And thetemples of money And the high priests Of the expense account And Im wasting the whole thing I come down in Yamaha-ha They make the best pianos-time to step-up

As the floods of God Wash away sin city They say it was written In the page of the Lord But I was looking For that great jazz note That destroyed The walls of Jericho

The winds of fear Whip away the sickness The messages on the tablet Was valium As the planets form That golden cross Lord I'll see you on The holy cross roads

After all this time To believe in Jesus After all those drugs I thought I was Him After all my lying And a-crying And my suffering I ain't good enough I ain't clean enough To be Him

The tribal wars Burning up the homeland The fuel of evil Is raining from the sky The sea of lava Flowing down the mountain The time will sleep Us sinners by

Holy rollers roll Give generously now Pass the hubcap please Thank you Lord

Well I'm running police on my back I've been hiding police on my back There was a shooting police on my back And the victim well he wont come back

What have I done?

I been running monday tuesday wednesday Thursday friday saturday sunday runnin monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday Saturday sunday

Yes, I'm running down the railway track Could you help me? Police on my back They will catch me if I dare drop back Wont you give me all the speed I lack

Working for the devil You'll have to pay his tax That means going to see him Down among the racks You do his work so fine He'll remember you

Worried for my friend As he shows me round the flat Where I don't wanna find him His lips an' eyelids black He don't believe my speech That lines can and should be drawn Lke if he had a shotgun The barrels would be sawn

Swallowed by the river Swollen by the rains That leakin' ol' computer Of fingerprints and names Swimming in the river That floods the neighborhood I would call to you But it would do no good

Voting for the law That's the general occupation First comes the public safety Second comes the nation You won't believe me now But there's been some illumination The wisest cops have realized They fucked the operation

Cooking up the books A respected occupation The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations They don't believe in crime They don't know that it exists But to understand What's right and wrong The lawyers work in shifts

'N speaking of the devil He ain't been seen for years 'Cept every 20 mins He zooms between me ears I don't believe in books But I read all the time For ciphers to the riddles An' reasons to the rhymes

No! Gangboss no! We don't want the whip!

As you get weaker - it will get harder So don't be like him Keep your bones of effort and strngth Don't sell them to him

We don't want no gangboss We want to equalize To my fathers fathers fathers father Work was no joy When his son had grown of age You got to work now boy Never ceasing for many years Want to follow that boy?

Till half and half is equalized Put down the tools See the car see the house See the fabulous jewels See the world you have built it with shoulders of iron See the world but it is not yours say the stealers of Zion

Geneva Wall Street Who makes them so fat? Well well me an' you better think about that In overdrive whooo

Till humanize is equalize Put down the tools Every face on every side Throw down the tools Stay at home Don't check with Rome paint strike on the door It's one to one the fight is on so don't go to war

We don't need no gangboss We have to equalize

It's up to you not to heed the call-up 'N' you must not act the way you were brought up Who knows the reasons why you have grown up? Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?

It's up to you not to heed the call-up I don't wanna die! It's up to you not to hear the call-up I don't wanna kill!

For he who will die Is he who will kill

Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields Over Kiev and down to the sea

All the young people down the ages They gladly marched off to die Proud city fathers used to watch them Tears in their eyes

There is a rose that I want to live for Although, God knows, I may not have met her There is a dance an' I should be with her There is a town - unlike any other

It's up to you not to hear the call-up 'N' you must not act the way you were brought up Who give you work an' why should you do it? At fifty five minutes past eleven There is a rose… Yeah!

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those Washington bullets again

As every cell in Chile will tell The cries of the tortured men Remember Allende, and the days before, Before the army came Please remember Victor Jara, In the Santiago Stadium, Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again

And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961, Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun, For Castro is a colour, Is a redder than red, Those Washington bullets want Castro dead For Castro is the colour… …That will earn you a spray of lead

For the very first time ever, When they had a revolution in Nicaragua, There was no interference from America Human rights in America

Well the people fought the leader, And up he flew… With no Washington bullets what else could he do?

'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel That the Moscow bullets missed Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist… …Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet, How many monks did the Chinese get? In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary, 'N' check the British bullets in his armoury Que? Sandinista!

“It ain't my fault It's 6 'o'clock in the morning” He said As he came up out of the night

When he found I had no coins to bum, He began to testify Born in a depression Born out of good luck Born into misery - In the back of a truck..

I'm telling you this mister Don't be put off by looks I been in the ring and I took those right hooks

Oh the loneliness Used to knock me out - harder than the rest

And I've worked for breakfast 'N I ain't had no lunch I been on delivery and received every punch

Suddenly I noticed that it weren't quite the same Feel different one morning maybe it was the rain

But everywhere I looked all over the city They're runnin' in an out of the bars Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars Y'see I allways wanted one of those cars Long black 'n shiny an' pull up to the bars Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button, Hear it coming in You can say I can see the light… roll! Forward! Drive! Green lights! Green lights! Intersection city coming a running comeback home I run back Not that strong now Yes who's there now, can I help you? Calling Intel station light

Did you put your money in? Yes I put it in It say go, I say go, she say go, so we say go Cos I can see the light all night tonight this night right now Coming on forward motion across the ocean An' up the hills yeh boys let's strike for the hills While that petrol tank is full Gimme a push gimme a pull Gimme a llama gimme a mule Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse

Down the avenue So fine In style

Come with me. I won't hide We're going on a ride We meet each day, use time to see While we're young and almost free

I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in Got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in

Do not turn or hate to see All the things you think we've got Do not turn or hate to see What happened to the wife of Lot

We're alone or so they say We're not on our own in that way When we're alone it's real tough going We can take a part in someone else's play

Come with me, I thought he said But that's not him anymore, he's dead What's it like to be so free So free it looks like lost to me

Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie's gonna be a napalm star

Everybody wants to rule the world Must be something we get from birth One truth is we never learn Satellites will make space burn

We've been told to keep the strangers out We don't like them starting to hang around We don't like them all over town Across the world we are going to blow them down

Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie's gonna be a napalm star

The reign of the super powers must be over So many armies can't free the earth Soon the rock will roll over Africa is choking on their Coca Cola

It's a one a way street in a one horse town One way people starting to brag around You can laugh, put them down These one way people gonna blow us down

Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie's gonna be a napalm star

Charlie don't surf he'll never learn Charlie don't surf though he's got a gun Charlie don't surf think that he should Charlie don't surf we really think he should Charlie don't surf

Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie don't surf

I wasn't going that far The junkie slip! I said I wasn't doin' it The junkie slip! Yea thought I'd find a rhythm in the junkie town Thought I'd find a rhythm when the junkies hang around

Thought I'd go out walking to the junkie kind of beat Setting on those bars that the junkies meet The junkie slip! Nail it down The junkie slip! This side of town The junkie slip! And whatcha knowing before you's a doin The things they's a-knowing You pawn your coat and your car Pawned your cigar and your old guitar You pawned your guitar and your saxaphone You're pawning everything in your mother's home

Cos it's a junkie slip! Just like rock n' roll A junkie slip! Like Johnnny did the stroll And you know it feels alright But what's that feeling on a Saturday night?

You're itching itching itching in your pillow in the day You're itching itching itching and you gave your coat away Itching itching itching and then in your sleeping bag There's a little packet that youthought you never had

It's a junkie slip! Every night Junkie slip! Cold water fright It's a junkie slip And an old spoon cooky cooky cooky kooky afternoon All afternoon and in the middle of the night

You're worse for the difference and it don't sleep tight Don't pull the curtains fon't put on the light C-c-c-cos it's a junkie slip! What's goin' on? Was early night I lit the fire Finish alright Yeh Edi-Edi-Edi-Yeh Edi-Juan Him going to live with indian Come in the car, it's an old machine Riding from Brookway on a magazine Be on that corner with a magazine

Do ya do ya do ya follow your friends? Do I hear you saying that you're going back again? It's a junkie slip! Where? Did it end? But did it ah did it did it ever end? When did it ever end? Don't ask me when on a Wednesday night Don't ask me when on a Thrusday night I said oh? Who the hell are you? You said oh! Well you met me I said I can guess why

In these days you can get no rice No razor blades but you can get knife In these days see the people run They have no food but the boy have gun In these days they don't throw the stone Nor use the voice they use the gun alone In these days to be an oddity Be hunted down like a scarcity

In these days don't beg for life Wanna take Kingston advice? Oh please don't beg for your life

In these days the beat is militant Must be a clash there's no alternative In these days nations are militant We have slavery under government In these days in the firmament I look for signs that are permanent

In these days with no love to give The world will turn with no one left to live

In these days I don't know what to do The more I see the more I'm destitute In these days I don't know what to sing The more I know the less my tune can swing

In these days you can get no rice No razor blades but you can get knife In these days see the people run They have no food but the boy have gun

When I was waiting for your phonecall The one that never came Like a man about to burst I was dying of thirst

Though I will never fade Or get lost in this daze Though I will disappear Into the street parade

It's not too hard to cry In these crying times I'll take a broken heart And take it home in parts But I will never fade

I was in this place By the first church of the city I saw tears on the face The face of a visionary

Though I will disappear To join the street parade Disappear and fade Into the street parade

There is a train at Version City Waiting for the rhythm mail If you can jump then jump right now She can pull you through to better days

Is that the train that the speak off The one I heard in my younger days All great bluesmen have rode her I'm jumping up gonna ride that train

There's a lonely soul out on the crossroads He's waiting there in the pouring rain He's looking for that great ride yeh That'll take him to oh what's her name

So I rode that train from Version City For ninety-nine an' one half days Never heard such rhythm sound It was in my soul which was on the train

We went straight through Syndrum Inc. Up an' over the Acapella Pass Then Gibson Town and Fenderville All stations to the Mesa Boogie Ranch We saw that soul out on the cross roads Waitin' there in the pouring rain We called hey engine slow your rhythms See he wants to ride the version train

We rode that train from Version City For ninety-nine and one half years I never seen such funky country While riding with the engineers

Could not fill no application Before I rode this rhythm train Could not work at my station Before I rode the version train

There is a train at Version City Waiting for the rhythm mail If you can jump then jump right now She can pull you through to better days

So you've got to live up to your name Or else I'll put you to shame… Listen!

If you say you a selector You a fe have good selection A-and I say if you say you a de special Man I say I want to know your potential

You a say you a madness You a say you a de best But when I put you 'pon you feet A-some a-some a say you can't play de beat

And I hear you say a Clash a you ruler Say a Clash sound cooler, eh! Say a Clash sound sweeter And now-a-days man a measure mile in a metre, eh!

Live up to your name Or else you die in shame A-and a so me say fe live up to your name A so me tell you say you die in shame

Some a dem a bodysnatcher Some a dem a barracuda, eh! But who a know fe me Jah Jah Fe me Jah a me creator, eh!

Flying saucers, rock-and-roll Natty Dread a fe be in control It's all in the whirlwind I say you've gone with the blockhead

A-and I say me say dat some a dem a Sex Pistol Nipple erectors A so me tell you set dem sp…(?) man a gone An…(?) farm(?) And I'll tell you 'bout the X-generation… Me know dem a victimed 'Cause dem no know fe me sweet Jah Jah, eh!

Clash a you ruler Say a Clash sound cooler A-and I tell you say a Clash sound sweeter And now-a-days man measure mile in a metre A none a dem deh measure gallon in a litre And I tell you say me know dem a cheat ya

'Cause when you living inna fame You got to live up to your name Or else a suffer and you die inna shame And I tell you say it's all in the game, eh!

Some a say dem a selector Dem a fe have good selection Or else deh moving in the wrong direction And deh no know dis a reggae vibration A-and a so me say a Clash a you ruler And dis ya one a say it a musically cooler, eh!

Me say fe live up to your name Or else you suffer and you die inna shame 'Cause when you living inna fame A so me tell you say it's all in the game

And so me talkin' about Specials and Madness beats, Big body snatcher, (?), eh!

Flying saucers, rock-and-roll See you gone in the whirlwind A-and I tell you say, a you a de blockhead And some will tell you dat you dreader than dread

And a-some a say a Clash a you ruler See a Clash sound cooler, aaaye! Clash sound sweeter Man a measure mile in a metre, eh!

When you living inna fame You got to live up to your name Or else you suffer and you die inna shame It's all in the game, eh!

This is the game of life We no wa' no strife

Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street

Singing six Six

Well I wish I would have me a great deal of money Yeah and a-mighty

Give me

Down Junco Partner

Well I'm down

IN 1977 I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN COS I BEEN TOO LONG ON THE DOLE AND I CAN'T WORK AT ALL

DANGER STRANGER YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE NO ELVIS, BEATLES, OR THE ROLLING STONES IN 1977

IN 1977 KNIVES IN WEST 11 LENT SO LUCKY TO BE RICH STEN GUNS IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE

DANGER STRANGER YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES IN 1977

IN 1977 YOU'RE ON THE NEVER NEVER YOU THINK IT CAN'T GO ON FOREVER BUT THE PAPERS SAY IT'S BETTER I DON'T CARE 'COS I'M NOT ALL THERE NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES

IN 1977 SOD THE JUBILEE IN 1978 IN 1979 STAYED IN BED IN 1980 IN 1981 THE TOILET DON'T WORK IN 1982 IN 1983 HERE COME THE POLICE IN 1984

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

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

THE PRISONER MEETS THE MUPPET HI-FI NORTH OF WATFORD JUNCTION WE GET IN BUT WE DON'T HAVE FUN AN' WE LEAVE BEFORE THE TRUNCHEONS SO IT'S BACK TO WATCH THE DAY TO DAY SAGA OF WORKING PEOPLE HANGING OUT THE WASHING AND CLIPPING COUPONS AND GENERALLY BEING DECENT

JOHNNY TOO BAD MEETS JOHNNY BE GOOD IN THE CHARING CROSS ROAD THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY SAYS THE WEST END JUNGLE CODE AND ALL THE GERMANS AND ALL THE FRENCH JAM THEMSELVES DOWN THE TUBE AND RE-ENACT THE SECOND WORLD WAR WHILE THE RUDE BOYS GET RUDE!

AND I LOOK TO MY LEFT AND I LOOK TO MY RIGHT AND I'M LOOKING FOR A MAN I'M LOOKING FOR A SIGN I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER

THE PRISONER LIVES IN CAMDEN TOWN SELLING REVOLUTION THE PRISONER LOADS HIS TRACKING ARM UP WITH SELF-DISILLUSION YOUR MOTHER DOES THE WASHING UP YOUR OLD MAN DIGS THE GARDEN YOU'RE ONLY FREE TO DODGE THE COPS AN' BUNK THE TRAIN TO STARDOM

It is you, oh yeah It is you, oh yeah

I said a pressure drop, Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you I said pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you

I said when it drops Oh you gonna feel it Oh that you were doin' it wrong, wrong, wrong Now when it drops Oh you gonna feel it That you were doin' it wrong and how

I said when it drops You gonna feel it That you've been doin' it wrong Now when it drops, drop You gonna feel it That you've been doin' wrong

Now when it drops, drop Feel it You make the wrong move Now when it drops, drop You gonna feel it That you've been it doin' wrong

I said, pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you Pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you

Now when it drops on your dirty little head Where you gonna go? It's you, you, you When it drop on, oh you're gonna feel it What you're doing is wrong, wrong, wrong Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure… I said a pressure drop

STANDING IN A QUEUE OF A SCHOOL CANTEEN GUYS ON THE CORNER THEY WERE LAUGHIN' AT ME BUT I DON'T MIND IF THEY SEE IT ALL YOU KNOW I GOTTA COME CLEAN I GOTTA COME CLEAN I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU

MY MIND DON'T NEED IT BUT MY BODY DO A LITTLE BIT OF LOVING AND ATTENTION FOR YOU ALTHOUGH WE'RE ONLY STRANGERS THEY DON'T NEED TO KNOW I GOTTA CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA CUM CLEAN OOH, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU

I WANNA GET SERIOUS RIGHT AWAY 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU WHAT YOU DOIN' TODAY OR ANY OTHER DAY? 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU JUST ONE LOOK AND I GO INSANE 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU

YOUR DADDY NEVER COMES TO GET YOU `COS LIVES SO FAR AWAY BUT HIS I-TALIAN CHAUFFEUR SHOWS UP EVERY DAY BUT I'LL GET YOU IN THE CORNER, I'LL GET YOU ALL ALONE I GOTTA CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA COME CLEAN

I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU

1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU I SAID 1-2 I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU

WHY SHOULD I GET A CRUSH ON YET?

Groovy Times

THE HIGH STREET SHOPS ARE BOARDED UP AN' THE TERRACE IT IS FENCED IN SEE-THROUGH SHIELDS ARE WALLED ACROSS THE WAY THAT YOU CAME IN BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO GET EXCITED

AS THE LORRIES BRING THE BACON IN 'COS THE HOUSEWIVES ARE ALL SINGING GROOVY TIMES ARE HERE AGAIN

THEY DISCOVERED ONE BLACK SATURDAY THAT MOBS DON'T MARCH THEY RUN SO YOU CAN EXCUSE THE NERVOUS TRIGGERMAN JUST THIS ONCE FOR JUMPING THE GUN AS THEY WERE PICKING UP THE DEAD OUT OF THE BROKEN GLASS YES IT'S NUMBER ONE, THE RADIO SAID GROOVY TIMES HAVE COME TO PASS!

GROOVY TIMES GROOVY TIMES GROOVY TIMES

THE INTAKE IS ON THE UPTAKE THE ACCELERATION'S PRETTY GRIM I CAN REMEMBER HIS FIRST APPEARANCE NOW LOOK WHAT'S HAPPENED TO HIM SO THEY PUT HIM IN A DOG SUIT LIKE FROM 1964 THE KING OF EARLY EVENING TV GROOVY TIMES FOREVER MORE

GROOVY TIMES

I would love to be the lucky one on chill avenue Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue But with the beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night I'm looking back for home and I can see the lights

I should be jumpin' shoutin' that I made it all this way From Camden town station to 44th and 8th Not many make it this far and many say we're great But just like them we walk on an' we can't escape our fate Can't you hear the sighing Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue Both say they needed something new

So I'm standing at the gates of the west I burn money at the lights of the sign The city casts a shadow of the perfect crime I'm standing at the gates of the east I take my pulse and the pulse of my friend The city casts a shadow, will I see you again?

The immigrants an' remnants of all the glory years Are clustered around the bar again for another round of beers Little Richard's in the kitchen playing spoons and plates He's telling the waitress he's great

Ah say i know somewhere back'n'forth in time Out on the dustbowls, deep in the roulette mine Or in a ghetto cellar only yesterday There's a move into the future for the USA.

I hear them crying Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue Both said they needed something new

Standing at the gates of the west In the shadow again I'm standing at the gates of the west In the shadow again

YES, IT'S TIME FOR THE DR. GOEBBELS SHOW!

THERE'S A TOWER IN THE HEART OF LONDON WITH A RADIO STATION RIGHT AT THE TOP THEY DON'T MAKE THE CITY BEAT THEY'RE MAKING ALL THE ACTION STOP

A LONG TIME AGO THERE WERE PIRATES BEAMING WAVES FROM THE SEA BUT NOW ALL THE STATIONS ARE SILENCED 'COS THEY AIN'T GOT A GOVERNMENT LICENSE

WANNA TELL YOUR PROBLEMS PHONE IN FROM YOUR BEDSIT ROOM HAVING TROUBLE WITH YOUR PARTNER LET US ALL IN ON THE NEWS

IF YOU WANNA HEAR A RECORD GET THE WORD FROM AIDEN DAY HE PICKS ALL THE HITS TO PLAY TO KEEP YOU IN YOUR PLACE ALL DAY

CAPITAL RADIO IN TUNE WITH NOTHING DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL

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 JUSTICE TONIGHT

RUNNIN AND A HIDING TONIGHT JUSTICE TONIGHT

REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER NO ONE WILL GUIDE YOU THROUGH ARMEGIDEON TIME IT'S ARMAGIDEON IT'S NOT CHRISTMAS TIME

A LOT OF PEOPLE A LOT OF PEOPLE USE A CALCULATOR A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO SUPPER TONIGHT A LOT OF PEOPLE SITTIN' DOWN BY THE LIGHT

THE BATTLE IS GETTIN HOTTER ARMAGIDEON TIME ARMAGIDEON

REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER ARMAGIDEON TIME

A LOT OF PEOPLE AIN'T GOT NO SUPPER TONIGHT A LOT OF PEOPLE GOT TO STAND OUT BACK

My Daddy was a bankrobber But he never hurt nobody He just loved to live that way And he loved

Never loved a shovel Break

The old man spoke up in a bar Said I never been in prison A

Someday you'll meet your rocking chair Cos that's where we're spinning There's

Yeah

My daddy was a bankrobber But he never hurt nobody He

Get away, get away

Money

He loved to steal your money

THE PANORAMA OF THE CITY IS WRONG IN FACT THE CITY SEEMS TO BE GONE! BURNING RUBBER AND SMOKE IN MY EYES THERE'S A FLAT BURNING JUNKHEAP FOR TWENTY SQUARE MILES! THEY TOOK IT INTO THE NUCLEAR MINE JUDGING BY THIS, THEY LEFT NOTHING BEHIND DOWN IN THE BUNKERS IN THE CRUST OF THE EARTH NOW CROUCH THE WEALTHY AND THE NOBLE OF BIRTH

IF I COULD A RIDE A TRAIN AROUND THE CITY THAT HOLDS THIS AS OUR FATE I'D HIDE FROM ELECTRO-CIRCUIT CENTRAL TO THE SHOCK INDUCER GATE NOT FORGETTING THE BY-PASS ACROSS THE WASHINGTON HOOKS THROUGH THE PHONES AND DESKS AND SCREENS OF THE KREMLIN'S CROOK OF CROOKS

THERE'S SOME PANEL IN A CIRCUIT BOARD DESTINATION OF THE OVERRIDE SCANNING THE WILD WIND BLOWING THROUGH THE BERLIN CORRIDOR SPOTLIT IN A PALACE, SHIELDED FROM DUST MALFUNCTION OR NOT, THE FAILSAFE IS THE CRUX SO FAR AWAY FROM US, SHAKING WITH THE MYSTERY TEARS ONE LONELY NIGHT IN LADBROKE GROVE FAR AWAY IN THE DESERTS OF OMAHA! THEY GOT IT NAILED DOWN-SWISS TIGHT! THE BANK NOTES OF EUROPE THE EMPERORS AND KINGS CURL IN THE AUTUMN AS THE BURNING OF LEAVES AND I'VE CLEANED MY BLACK GUITAR…

Don't you ever stop Long enough to start Take your car out of that gear

Don't you ever stop Long enough to start Get your car out of that gear

Radio Clash

This is Radio Clash Stealing all transmissions Beaming from the mountaintop Using aural ammunition

With extreme prejudice On a terminator mission This is Radio Clash Consider your position

Step it up, get down low

Breaking news flash Assassination The whole country has been shot

Evil will abate In Revelation In the Ministry of Whitewash

Wait, wait Don't switch off the death Yes, we have the latest score (????) Islanders: 101 and Home Yard: 44

This is Radio Clash And we count your thoughts When lightning splits the sky in half Sharper than a sword

And in the thundercloud You see another cloud Bones as big as sticks Even angels were in hell on the morning of the sixth

Like buckets of venom in (????) They've got a master plan Human wars over there And we'll come and knock 'em down

And he reaches the other side first Gets a job in the dirty old town And he reaches the other side first Gets a job in the dirty old town

This is not free This is not free Europe No, no, no, no, no Nor an armed force network

This is Radio Clash Stealing all transmission Beaming from the mountaintop Aural ammunition

A riggy diggy dig dang dang

This is Radio Clash Stealing information By his will as a (???) Use careful confirmation

Bribery, extortion Legal legislation Security is life indeed Accept no other explanation

This is Radio Clash On pirate satellite Orbiting your living room Everybody hold on tight

The mini cab The driver is black This time of night You better sit in the back

Got a few smokes Under your hat The cops are lookin' out For the petrol on the black

This time I think So what the hell There's that female I know too well

Why should I lean Get out my mind again I ridin' in the back alone The stranger rides again

To see my lovely town That always brings you down Where every drifter drifts For many miles around

We take a casual drive For two miles up the road The cops pull us over And search right through our clothes

They give him hell They check him on the air I sit there with the drugs in my hair

As soon as I get home I call Heathrow Want a standby fare to Borneo

Gonna scrape the trouble off my boots!

As they were dancing in the evening And the light shone through the trees This girl my eye was following Asked the band to play her a beat

Singin' she'd do that long time jerk She hit me where it hurts Ohhh your heart Now my heart will burst Oh no

Ah, but it took me back to that wonderland I witnessed long ago Babbling words of preachers Sayin'- “Don't bury me no more”

Ohh…

And I've forgotten how to worry And I don't know how to run Against the odds I realize This struggle could be won!

We dance

Long time jerk She did it to me first Ohhh my heart With that long time jerk

Ah! Say….. Do that long time jerk.

Bring on those tapes from the past They make you look better in a mirror Feel that long time jerkin' Between the taker and the giver

Feel that…

Long time jerk She hit me where it hurts Oh I felt my heart Now my heart will burst

I've forgotten how to worry And I don't know how to run Against the odds I realize This struggle could be fun!

Oh, through lanes and streets and houses And reversing rush of time She made me re-invent the world Before inventing time (Before inventing time)

Long time jerk Oh, she hit me where it hurts Ohhhhh my heart Long time jerk

Long, long, long, long, long Long time Long time jerk

BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING THAT REACTIVE SPARK

EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN OR DOWN IN THE MEAT RACK LONGTIME I FEEL COLD TO SEND CINDERELLA'S SHOE BACK

ALONG THE LENGTH OF THE WIRE PARTY JAM ON THE LINE I CAN'T HEAR A THING CAN'T GET NO NUMBER NINE

NOW WE MUST GET IN TOUCH IF THE NIGHT IS TO BURN SOMEONE OUT THERE IN LUCK LEND ME YOUR STAR FOR A TURN

AS HEROES FIX THEIR HAIR SOME ARE SAVING THEIR BREATH JUST ON THE WALKWAYS TONIGHT FOR A GLUE BAG DEATH

SCREENS FLICK IN UNISON SOME GAZE AT THE SOUL FROM THE TIERS AND THE HEIGHTS GO FOR THE FIFTEENTH FLOOR STROLL

IT'S IMMEDIATELY OBVIOUS; ANYBODY STAR-GILT WOULD HAVE LEFT THIS CLUB WAY BEFORE IT WAS BUILT

THIS STRIKES YOU SO LATE AS THE GUY WITH THE BROOM SWEEPS YOU AND THE BOTTLES RIGHT OUT OF THE ROOM

NOW I WASH IN THE FACTORY CONFESS IN THE TILE HOUSE I DON'T NEED TO BLEED ANYBODY TO STRIKE OUT

TODAY MY GODFATHER HE SENT A NOTE FROM THE JAIL SAID GO GET 'EM KID BUT DON'T GET CHAINED TO THE RAIL

BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING THAT ROMANTIC SPARK

EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN OR DOWN IN THE MEAT RACK LONG TIME I FEEL COLD TO SEND CINDERELLA'S SHOE BACK

The sheik he drove his cadillac

Shareef Rockin the casbah Rock

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