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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 |
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| 2. |
| 3:10 |
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(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 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 neighborhood 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 |
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| 3. |
| 3:02 |
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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 |
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| 4. |
| 3:01 |
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Are you ready for
Are you ready for 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 Are you ready for 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 |
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| 5. |
| 3:22 |
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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 Be cool under heat 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 Be cool under heat 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 Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat |
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| 6. |
| 3:01 |
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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! |
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| 3:50 |
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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 |
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| 8. |
| 3:09 |
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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 |
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| 9. |
| 3:07 |
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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 upon the street V: (???) J: I see you've lived in Germany. V: Yankee (???) J: (???) V: (???) Sung I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers V:I thought I'd call a taxi J: Well what you got is a police car V: Are you gonna (???) cleanin'? J: (???) use a burglar V: (???) J: I'll say to give you a kiss V: No (???) J: Come on lets go out get smashed I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers V: What kind of food for the picnic J: Hey don't worry about our (???) V: (???) obviously then J: Well everyday seems the same V: No. I don't want (???) J: Look at you. Turn your plastic into gold. V: (???) J: Just get your face in a centerfold V: 2,3,4 I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers |
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| 3:25 |
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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 Gonna move Gonna move Gonna move 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-a |
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| 3:32 |
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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! |
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| 12. |
| 2:39 |
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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 |
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