: (Strummer/Rhodes) 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
: (Strummer/Rhodes) 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
: (Strummer/Rhodes) 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
: (Strummer/Rhodes) 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
: (Strummer/Rhodes) Spoken Voice: Hey (???) piranah Joe: Yup and the piranah got it V: Yeah, well if it's hooligan you want J: We British will tear
: (Strummer/Rhodes) 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
: (Strummer/Rhodes) Are you ready for Are you ready for War War War High above the satellites View the Earth (???) nights Europe switches off those
: (Strummer/Rhodes) 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
: (Strummer/Rhodes) 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
: (Strummer/Rhodes) Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again Bring back crucification cry
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
: (Strummer/Rhodes) 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
(Strummer/Rhodes) Are you ready for Are you ready for War War War High above the satellites View the Earth (???) nights Europe switches off those lights
(Strummer/Rhodes) 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
(Strummer/Rhodes) 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
(Strummer/Rhodes) 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
(Strummer/Rhodes) 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
(Strummer/Rhodes) 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
