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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 |
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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 Careers Careers Ain't never gonna knock |
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| 1:58 |
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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? |
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| 1:40 |
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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 |
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| 2:24 |
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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 |
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| 2:04 |
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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 |
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| 1:40 |
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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 |
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| 3:03 |
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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 |
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| 2:10 |
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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 |
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| 1:44 |
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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 |
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| 11. |
| 5:59 |
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Police and thieves in the streets
Oh yeah! Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition Police and thieves in the street Oh yeah! Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition From Genesis to Revelation The next generation will be hear me From Genesis to Revelation The next generation will be hear me And all the crowd comes in day by day No one stop it in anyway And all the peacemaker turn war officer Hear what I say Vocal ad lib Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah 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 Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah 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 |
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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 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 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 |
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| 2:05 |
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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 |
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| 3:12 |
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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 |
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| 2:08 |
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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 'Cause they ain't got a government license Want to tell your problems? Phone in from your bedsit room Having trouble with your partner? Let us all in on the news If you want to 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 Don't touch that dial Don't touch that dial... |
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| 3:13 |
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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! |
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| 3:47 |
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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 |
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| 2:22 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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| 2:59 |
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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? |
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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 |
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Breakin' rocks in the hot sun
I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won 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 I fought the law and the law won I love my girl and I love my fun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I miss my baby and i feel so sad I 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 I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the |
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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 |
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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! |
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It's Lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie
She giggle[s] at the screen 'cause it looks so green There's carpets on the pavement And feathers in her eye But sooner or later, her new friends will realize That Julie's been working for the Drug Squad Julie's been working for the Drug Squad She can't even look you in the eye (Well) 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 mountain side 'Cause Julie's been working for the Drug Squad 'Cause Julie's been working for the Drug Squad Gumbo! [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 Oh oh, alive Oh yeah, alive Oh oh, alive Oh! And 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 'Cause Julie's been working for the Drug Squad Julie's been working for the Drug Squad They put him in a cell, they said 'you wait here' You got the time to count all of your hair You got fifteen years That's 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 Julie's been working for the Drug Squad Gumbo! Ten years for you Nineteen for you And you can get out in twenty-five That is if you're still... Alive Oh oh, alive You're still I said you're still |
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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 |
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One emotion It's all over the place You let it get out The crack in your face One emotion Crack of a shot Everybody wants what the next guy's got One emotion One emotion All you ever know Is your narrow life One emotion One emotion Don't think I don't trust People trample people on the daily bus One emotion Fighting through the night And it can keep your curtains closed When it gets light One emotion One emotion All you ever know Is your narrow life One emotion One emotion Moving through the town Banging on the doors And closing them down One emotion Boy meets girl Smash and grab It's that kind of world One emotion One emotion All you ever know Is your narrow life One emotion One emotion Moving out loud Better get your weapon ready Walking through the crowd One emotion Crack of a shot Everybody wants what the next guy's got One emotion One emotion All you ever know Is your narrow life One emotion One emotion Emotion |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 phony 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 Meltdown expected and the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running but I have no fear London is drowning and I live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can 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 while 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 alike |
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Driiiiiiiive!!!
Driiiiiiiive!!! 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." 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 |
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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 |
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| 3:09 |
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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 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 But you'll have to answer to 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 |
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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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS 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 |
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| 14. |
| 3:46 |
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Lost In The Supermarket
(Strummer/Jones) CHORUS I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here 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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS And it's not hear It disappear I'm all lost |
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Death Or Glory
Now 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 hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand how death or glory becomes just another story 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 he who fucks nuns will later join the church death or glory becomes just another story death or glory becomes just another story MUSICAL INTERLUDE fear in the down sex they say lie low you say ok don’t wanna play a show no other thinking would you get that boy now playing the blues of kings sure looks better now death or glory just another story death or glory just another story From every dingy basement on every dingy street every dragging handclap over every dragging beat That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on If you’ve been trying for years we already heard your song death or glory becomes just another story death or glory just another story gotta launch long way fight a long time get to travel over mountains got to travel over seas we gonna fight your brother we gonna fight til you loose we gonna raise trouble we gonna raise hell we gonna fight your brother we gonna raise hell death or glory becomes just another story death or glory becomes just another story death or glory just another story death or glory becomes just another story |
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| 18. |
| 3:48 |
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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? |
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Train In Vain
Say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't understand You said you loved me and that's a fact and then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can't explain away But my heartache's in me till this day CHORUS You didn't you stand by me No, not at all You didn't 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 can't be happy without you round So all alone I keep the wolves at bay and there is only one thing that I can't say CHORUS 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 of 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 CHORUS 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 |
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Bankrobber
MY DADDY WAS A BANKROBBER BUT HE NEVER HURT NOBODY HE JUST LOVED TO LIVE THAT WAY AND HE LOVED TO STEAL YOUR MONEY SOME IS RICH, AND SOME IS POOR THAT'S THE WAY THE WORLD IS BUT I DON'T BELIEVE IN LYING BACK SAYlN' HOW BAD YOUR LUCK IS SO WE CAME TO JAZZ IT UP WE NEVER LOVED A SHOVEL BREAK YOUR BACK TO EARN YOUR PAY AN' DON'T FORGET TO GROVEL THE OLD MAN SPOKE UP IN A BAR SAID I NEVER BEEN IN PRISON A LIFETIME SERVING ONE MACHINE IS TEN TIMES WORSE THAN PRISON IMAGINE IF ALL THE BOYS IN JAIL COULD GET OUT NOW TOGETHER WHADDA YOU THINK THEY'D WANT TO SAY TO US? WHILE WE WAS BEING CLEVER SOMEDAY YOU'LL MEET YOUR ROCKING CHAIR COS THAT'S WHERE WE'RE SPINNING THERE'S NO POINT TO WANNA COMB YOUR HAIR WHEN IT'S GREY AND THINNING RUN RABBIT RUN STRIKE OUT BOYS, FOR THE HILLS I CAN FIND THAT HOLE IN THE WALL AND I KNOW THAT THEY NEVER WILL |
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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 |
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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? |
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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! |
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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 |
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| 8. |
| 3:37 |
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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 |
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| 9. |
| 4:36 |
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Every little bit hurts
Every little bit hurts Every night I cry Every night I sigh Every night I wonder why You treat me cold Get I can't let you go Every little hurt counts Every little hurt counts You say you're coming home But you never phone Leave me all alone My love is strong for you I do long for you I can't take this loneliness You give me I can't go on Giving my life away Come back to me Darling you'll see I can give you all the things That you wanted before If you'll stay with me,yeah Every little bit hurts Every little bit hurts To you I'm a toy, and your the boy Who has to say when I should play Get you hurt me, Desert me why you hurt me baby why you hurt me baby why you do what you do, yeah Oh baby Come back to me Darling you see I can give you all the thing you wanted Before,if you stay with me Every little bit hurts Every little bit hurts Every little bit hurts yeah... |
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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... |
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| 11. |
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I SEARCHED THROUGH THE DRINKERS EACH PROPPED OVER HIS GLASS I RAN THROUGH EACH BAR UNTIL I FOUND GUY AT LAST GUY YOU'VE BEEN TO THE DOCTOR NO I DON'T THINK IT WISE TOOK ONE OF HIS PILLS BOILED THE BLOOD IN MY EYES. WHEN YOU PLAYED THE MASTER MIX TO THE COMPANY MAN TOOK THREE MILLION WORLDWIDE TO MAKE HIM UNDERSTAND YOU DON'T WORK FOR PEANUTS BUT THEY'LL PUSH YOU TOO IT'S THAT COMPANY TRICK WE'RE ALL JUMPING THROUGH BET YOU AIN'T HAD NO FOOD NOW SINCE YOU LAST WENT TO SLEEP THE WILD SEED THAT WAS SOWED WILL TAKE FOREVER TO REAP. WHAT DAYS AND NIGHTS THOUGH ROCKING OUT OF HAM YARD OH SKIP THAT FANDANGO BRING THE BLUES BACK DOWN HARD THOUGH CHUCK WOULD NEVER ADMIT IT AT THE DOOR OF THE JAIL THERE STOOD GUY STEVENS AND HE WAS WAVING THE BAIL. GUY YOU'VE FINISHED THE BOOZE AND YOU RUN OUT OF SPEED BUT THE WILD SIDE OF LIFE IS THE ONE THAT WE NEED. |
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| 12. |
| 4:09 |
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ORBITING YOUR LIVING ROOM, CASHING IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS CUBAN ARMY SURPLUS OR REFUSING ALL THIRD LIGHTS THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE THIS SOUND DOES NOT SUBSCRIBE TO THE INTERNATIONAL PLAN IN THE PSYCHO SHADOW OF THE WHITE RIGHT HAND THEN THAT SEE GHETTOLOGY AS AN URBAN VIET NAM GIVING DEADLY EXHIBITIONS OF MURDER BY NAPALM THIS IS RADIO CLASH TEARING UP THE SEVEN VEILS THIS IS RADIO CLASH PLEASE SAVE US, NOT THE WHALES THIS IS RADIO CLASH UNDERNEATH A MUSHROOM CLOUD THIS IS RADIO CLASH YOU DON'T NEED THAT FUNERAL SHROUD FORCES HAVE BEEN LOOTING MY HUMANITY CURFEWS HAVE BEEN CURBING THE END OF LIBERTY HANDS OF LAW HAVE SORTED THROUGH MY IDENTITY BUT NOW THIS SOUND IS BRAVE AND WANTS TO BE FREE - ANYWAY TO BE FREE THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE THIS IS NOT FREE EUROPE NOH AN ARMED FORCE NETWORK THIS IS RADIO CLASH USING AUDIO AMMUNITION THIS IS RADIO CLASH CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN? THIS IS RADIO CLASH USING AURAL AMMUNITION THIS IS RADIO CLASH CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN? THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE ORBITING YOUR LIVING ROOM, CASHING IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE THIS IS RADIO CLASH EVERYBODY HOLD ON TIGHT A-RIGGY DIGGY DIG DANG DANG GO BACK TO URBAN 'NAM |
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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 |
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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 CHORUS 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 2x2 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 |
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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 |
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Rock the Casbah
(The Clash) 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 CHORUS The shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah The shareef don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah 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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS He thinks it's not kosher Fundamentally he can't take it. You know he really hates it. |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar
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 me 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 esta feliz One day is fine, next day 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? Should I stay or should I go now? 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 queurda? 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 voy - 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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