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 Singing 6 months ain't no sentence And one year ain't no time I was born in Angola Serving 14 to 99 Well I wish I had me $1 million dollars Oh one million to call my own I would raise meat and say, "grow for me baby" I would raise me a tobacco farm Well I wish I would have me a great deal of money Yeah and mighty good things all over town Now I ain't got no more money All of my good friends are putting me down So now I gotta pawn my rifle and pistol Yeah I'm gonna pawn my watch and chain I would have pawned my seat Gabriella But the smart girl she wouldn't sign her name Give me headstone when I die
Junkie Slip
(The Clash)
I wasn't going that far The junkie slip! I said I wasn't doin' it The junkie slip! Yea thought I'd find a rhythm in the junkie town Thought I'd find a rhythm when the junkies hang around Thought I'd go out walking to the junkie kind of beat Setting on those bars that the junkies meet The junkie slip! Nail it down The junkie slip! This side of town The junkie slip! And whatcha knowing before you's a doin The things they's a-knowing You pawn your coat and your car Pawned your cigar and your old guitar You pawned your guitar and your saxaphone You're pawning everything in your mother's home Cos it's a junkie slip! Just like rock n' roll A junkie slip! Like Johnnny did the stroll And you know it feels alright But what's that feeling on a Saturday night? You're itching itching itching in your pillow in the day You're itching itching itching and you gave your coat away Itching itching itching and then in your sleeping bag There's a little packet that youthought you never had It's a junkie slip! Every night Junkie slip! Cold water fright It's a junkie slip And an old spoon cooky cooky cooky kooky afternoon All afternoon and in the middle of the night You're worse for the difference and it don't sleep tight Don't pull the curtains fon't put on the light C-c-c-cos it's a junkie slip! What's goin' on? Was early night I lit the fire Finish alright Yeh Edi-Edi-Edi-Yeh Edi-Juan Him going to live with indian Come in the car, it's an old machine Riding from Brookway on a magazine Be on that corner with a magazine Do ya do ya do ya follow your friends? Do I hear you saying that you're going back again? It's a junkie slip! Where? Did it end? But did it ah did it did it ever end? When did it ever end? Don't ask me when on a Wednesday night Don't ask me when on a Thrusday night I said oh? Who the hell are you? You said oh! Well you met me I said I can guess why
Justice Tonight/Kick it Over
(Willi Williams)
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 JUSTICE TONIGHT RUNNIN AND A HIDING TONIGHT JUSTICE TONIGHT REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER NO ONE WILL GUIDE YOU THROUGH ARMEGIDEON TIME IT'S ARMAGIDEON IT'S NOT CHRISTMAS TIME A LOT OF PEOPLE A LOT OF PEOPLE USE A CALCULATOR A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO SUPPER TONIGHT A LOT OF PEOPLE SITTIN' DOWN BY THE LIGHT THE BATTLE IS GETTIN HOTTER ARMAGIDEON TIME ARMAGIDEON REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER ARMAGIDEON TIME A LOT OF PEOPLE AIN'T GOT NO SUPPER TONIGHT A LOT OF PEOPLE GOT TO STAND OUT BACK
Kingston Advice
(The Clash)
In these days you can get no rice No razor blades but you can get knife In these days see the people run They have no food but the boy have gun In these days they don't throw the stone Nor use the voice they use the gun alone In these days to be an oddity Be hunted down like a scarcity In these days don't beg for life Wanna take Kingston advice? Oh please don't beg for your life In these days the beat is militant Must be a clash there's no alternative In these days nations are militant We have slavery under government In these days in the firmament I look for signs that are permanent In these days with no love to give The world will turn with no one left to live In these days I don't know what to do The more I see the more I'm destitute In these days I don't know what to sing The more I know the less my tune can swing In these days you can get no rice No razor blades but you can get knife In these days see the people run They have no food but the boy have gun
Know Your Rights
(The Clash)
This is a public service announcement With guitar Know your rights all three of them Number 1 You have the right not to be killed Murder is a CRIME! Unless it was done by a Policeman or aristocrat Know your rights And Number 2 You have the right to food money Providing of course you Don't mind a little Investigation, humiliation And if you cross your fingers Rehabilitation Know your rights These are your rights Wang Know these rights Number 3 You have the right to free Speech as long as you're not Dumb enough to actually try it. Know your rights These are your rights All three of 'em It has been suggested In some quarters that this is not enough! Well.............................. Get off the streets Get off the streets Run You don't have a home to go to Smush Finally then I will read you your rights You have the right to remain silent You are warned that anything you say Can and will be taken down And used as evidence against you Listen to this Run
Koka Kola
(Strummer/Jones)
Elevator! Going up! In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor The money can be made if you really want some more Executive decision-a clinical precision Jumping from the windows-filled with indecision I get good advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze It's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power When top men need a top up long before the happy hour Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot You won't need a launderette, you can send them to the vet! I get my advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Koka Kola advertising and kokaine Strolling down the Broadway in the rain Neon light sign says it I read it in the paper-they're crazy! Suit your life, maybe so In the White House-I know All Over Berlin (they've been doing it for years) And in Manhattan! Coming through the door is a snub nose 44 What the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor Your eyeballs feel like pinballs And your tongue feels like a fish You're leaping from the windows-saying don't Ayaiiiiirrrghhh! *@!!*@!!*! Don't give me none of this! I get good advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Hit the deck!
Last Gang in Town
(Strummer/Jones)
Everybody's looking for last gang in town You better watch out for they're all comin' around The sport of today is exciting The in crowd are into infighting When some punk sees some rock-olla It's rock and roll all over In every street and every station Kids fight like different nations And it's brawn against brain And it's knife against chain But it's all young blood Flowing down the drain The Crops hit the Stiffs An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs They're all looking 'round For the last gang in town Meanwhile down in black town Those old soul rebels are haingin' around An' when some punk come alooking for sound Rastaferi goes to ground The white heart flipped his pocket dipped 'Cos a black sharp knife never slips And they never say to one antoher That tomorrow we might kill our brothers Down from the edge of London The rockabily rebels came From another edge of London Skinhead gangs call out their name But not the Zydeco kids From the high rise Though they can't be recognized When you hear a cajun fiddle Then you're nearly in the middle Of the last gang in town
Leader, The
(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 people must have something good to read on a Sunday The leader's wife takes a government car In the dark to meet her minister But the leader never leaves his door ajar As he swings his whip from the Boer War He wore a leather mask for his dinner guests Totally nude and with deep respect Proposed a toast to the votes he gets The feeling of power and the thought of sex! Now the girl let the fat man touch her Vodka fumes and the feel of a vulture The driver waited in the embassy car The fat man's trap was set for capture So the girl let the thin man touch her Mixing questions, drunken laughter The ministry car was waiting there A minister knows his own affair The people must have something good to read on a Sunday
Let's Go Crazy
(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 face, there is a look of dread As he drums away 400 years of dread The dancer man-in the power of mas Is smoking ti the mighty sparrow's blast But you better be careful You still got to watch yourself You wanna be crazy So you wanna go crazy Let's go crazy So you wanna be crazy Then let's go crazy Let's go crazy The lawful force are here of course For special offenders for the special court But the young men know when the sun has set Darkness comes to settle the debt Owed by a year of S.U.S. and suspect Indiscriminate use of the power of arrest They're waiting for the sun to set The mighty observer who keeps his cabinets hot A great meeting of rhythm and face A humming of values and a children's place But the sticks man gives the copper good excuse To shut off the ganja and control the juice To control the juice So you wanna go crazy? Then let's go crazy So take it on crazy! So they get all crazy Bricks and bottles corrugated iron Shields and helmets carnival time 'N moa ambassa, sledgehammer sound Ray symbolic from jamdown town
Life Is Wild
(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 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
Lightning Strikes (Not Once But Twice)
(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 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 Strike! New York! Lightning! Not once but twice. Accidental hike in the transit strike Roller skate or ride a bike Three to a car, Brooklyn Bridge You won't get far if you're privileged Graffiti Jack sprays in black An Englishman can he read it back? Deli Joe he ought to know He runs the gang on Pastrami Row Strike! Lightning strike! Because glass to glass, street to street Buildings touch St. Peter's feet From car to bar, prez to shah Everything is in the jar The 4 winds blow cos the 4 winds know Takes a special hustle to make a roll Honey girl on her feet I wish everything to make her sweet Strike! Twice! OK so roll! From Harlem! Strike one! Harlem slum to penthouse block On every door I already knocked There wasn't anybody that I didn't leave alone Somebody lying under every stone Everything that a man could need In a bag down by my knee That looks good, this ain't got seeds Cheaper than booze down in the bowery Lightning strike! Old New York! Everything's light! Strike! Hey ho such a night I'll see y'all when the lightning strike A polaroid caught in the act You're married too and that's a fact But I won't peek and I won't squeek Down by the trucks on Christopher Street It's Cuban Day - Oi Vey Chinese New Year let's call it a day Tootsie! Hey Chi man! That melody is Puerto Rican Hey Chi man is what he's speaking An' there's the road down into London Town Where many cars get broken down It's the Westway from Ladbroke Grove Runs down to Old Hounslow Just thought I'd mention the new extention That run's down the 59th street intersection Did you hear the news y'all? London Town on the Broadway!
Living In Fame
(Dread/The Clash)
So you've got to live up to your name Or else I'll put you to shame... Listen! If you say you a selector You a fe have good selection A-and I say if you say you a de special Man I say I want to know your potential You a say you a madness You a say you a de best But when I put you 'pon you feet A-some a-some a say you can't play de beat And I hear you say a Clash a you ruler Say a Clash sound cooler, eh! Say a Clash sound sweeter And now-a-days man a measure mile in a metre, eh! Live up to your name Or else you die in shame A-and a so me say fe live up to your name A so me tell you say you die in shame Some a dem a bodysnatcher Some a dem a barracuda, eh! But who a know fe me Jah Jah Fe me Jah a me creator, eh! Flying saucers, rock-and-roll Natty Dread a fe be in control It's all in the whirlwind I say you've gone with the blockhead A-and I say me say dat some a dem a Sex Pistol Nipple erectors A so me tell you set dem sp...(?) man a gone An...(?) farm(?) And I'll tell you 'bout the X-generation... Me know dem a victimed 'Cause dem no know fe me sweet Jah Jah, eh! Clash a you ruler Say a Clash sound cooler A-and I tell you say a Clash sound sweeter And now-a-days man measure mile in a metre A none a dem deh measure gallon in a litre And I tell you say me know dem a cheat ya 'Cause when you living inna fame You got to live up to your name Or else a suffer and you die inna shame And I tell you say it's all in the game, eh! Some a say dem a selector Dem a fe have good selection Or else deh moving in the wrong direction And deh no know dis a reggae vibration A-and a so me say a Clash a you ruler And dis ya one a say it a musically cooler, eh! Me say fe live up to your name Or else you suffer and you die inna shame 'Cause when you living inna fame A so me tell you say it's all in the game And so me talkin' about Specials and Madness beats, Big body snatcher, (?), eh! Flying saucers, rock-and-roll See you gone in the whirlwind A-and I tell you say, a you a de blockhead And some will tell you dat you dreader than dread And a-some a say a Clash a you ruler See a Clash sound cooler, aaaye! Clash sound sweeter Man a measure mile in a metre, eh! When you living inna fame You got to live up to your name Or else you suffer and you die inna shame It's all in the game, eh! This is the game of life We no wa' no strife Game of life We no wa' no strife, no no Don't, no no no no F*ckin' hell Mickey
London Calling
(Strummer/Jones)
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 phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing CHORUS 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 London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, an' 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 when 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 CHORUS 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 a' like
London's Burning
(Strummer/Jones)
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
Long Time Jerk
(The Clash)
Gonna scrape the trouble off my boots! As they were dancing in the evening And the light shone through the trees This girl my eye was following Asked the band to play her a beat Singin' she'd do that long time jerk She hit me where it hurts Ohhh your heart Now my heart will burst Oh no Ah, but it took me back to that wonderland I witnessed long ago Babbling words of preachers Sayin'- "Don't bury me no more" Ohh... And I've forgotten how to worry And I don't know how to run Against the odds I realize This struggle could be won! We dance Long time jerk She did it to me first Ohhh my heart With that long time jerk Ah! Say..... Do that long time jerk. Bring on those tapes from the past They make you look better in a mirror Feel that long time jerkin' Between the taker and the giver Feel that... Long time jerk She hit me where it hurts Oh I felt my heart Now my heart will burst I've forgotten how to worry And I don't know how to run Against the odds I realize This struggle could be fun! Oh, through lanes and streets and houses And reversing rush of time She made me re-invent the world Before inventing time (Before inventing time) Long time jerk Oh, she hit me where it hurts Ohhhhh my heart Long time jerk Long, long, long, long, long Long time Long time jerk
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