(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/Dread) *Left Channel* Make sure! Taking cover in the bunker tonight Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights I feel alright Gotta Fender Stratosphere
(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) 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) 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
(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) Atom secrets, secret leaflet Have the boys found the leak yet? The molehill sets the wheel in motion His downfall picks up locomotion The
(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
(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 enough
(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) 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) 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
(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) 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
(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
(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) 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) 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