: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) Atom secrets, secret leaflet Have the boys found the leak yet? The molehill sets the wheel in motion His downfall picks up locomotion
: (The Clash) They say immigrants steal the hubcaps Of the respected gentlemen They say it would be wine an' roses If England were for Englishmen again
: (Mose Allison) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash) 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
: (The Clash/Dread) *Left Channel* Make sure! Taking cover in the bunker tonight Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights I feel alright Gotta Fender Stratosphere