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 your friends Will find you out Take care... You know you might not have Too much time to spare I say... How long have you been acting Up this way? One knows... When you gonna get Your own floorshow I'm hip... And you could use a button On your lip Look here What d'you think you're Gonna be doing next year I'm hip!
Lose This Skin
(Tymon Dogg)
Come with me. I won't hide We're going on a ride We meet each day, use time to see While we're young and almost free I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in Got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in Do not turn or hate to see All the things you think we've got Do not turn or hate to see What happened to the wife of Lot We're alone or so they say We're not on our own in that way When we're alone it's real tough going We can take a part in someone else's play Come with me, I thought he said But that's not him anymore, he's dead What's it like to be so free So free it looks like lost to me
Lost in the Supermarket
(Strummer/Jones)
CHORUS I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in her 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
Lover's Rock
(Strummer/Jones)
Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right If you wanna make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock 'Cause everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor babie's name When she forgot that thing that she had to swallow You Western man, you're free with your seed When you make lovers rock But woops! there goes the strength that you need To make real cool lovers rock 'Cause a genuine lover takes off his clothes And he can make a lover in a thousand go's An' she don't need that thing that she had to swallow
Magnificent Dance, The
(The Clash)
Don't you ever stop Long enough to start Take your car out of that gear Don't you ever stop Long enough to start Get your car out of that gear
Magnificent Seven, The
(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 bankers, too Must get up an' learn those rules Weather man and the crazy chief One says sun and one says sleet A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too Churning out that boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents English pounds and Eskimo pence You lot! What? Don't stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Don't stop! Yeah! Working for a rise, better my station Take my baby to sophistication She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice Better work hard - I seen the price Never mind that it's time for the bus We got to work - an' you're one of us Clocks go slow in a place of work Minutes drag and the hours jerk "When can I tell 'em wot I do? In a second, maaan...oright Chuck!" Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss It's our profit, it's his loss But anyway lunch bells ring Take one hour and do your thanng! Cheeesboiger! What do we have for entertainment? Cops kickin' Gypsies on the pavement Now the news - snap to attention! The lunar landing of the dentist convention Italian mobster shoots a lobster Seafood restaurant gets out of hand A car in the fridge Or a fridge in the car? Like cowboys do - in T.V. land You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh? So get back to work an' sweat some more The sun will sink an' we'll get out the door It's no good for man to work in cages Hits the town, he drinks his wages You're frettin', you're sweatin' But did you notice you ain't gettin'? Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To take your car outta that gear Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To get your car outta that gear Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels Came to the checkout at the 7-11 Marx was skint - but he had sense Engels lent him the necessary pence What have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence!! Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi Went to the park to check on the game But they was murdered by the other team Who went on to win 50-nil You can be true, you can be false You be given the same reward Socrates and Milhous Nixon Both went the same way - through the kitchen Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin Who's more famous to the billion millions? News Flash: Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up Budgie Oooohh...bub-bye Magnificence!! FUCKING LONG, INNIT?
Mensforth Hill
(The Clash)
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Midnight Log
(The Clash)
Working for the devil You'll have to pay his tax That means going to see him Down among the racks You do his work so fine He'll remember you Worried for my friend As he shows me round the flat Where I don't wanna find him His lips an' eyelids black He don't believe my speech That lines can and should be drawn Lke if he had a shotgun The barrels would be sawn Swallowed by the river Swollen by the rains That leakin' ol' computer Of fingerprints and names Swimming in the river That floods the neighborhood I would call to you But it would do no good Voting for the law That's the general occupation First comes the public safety Second comes the nation You won't believe me now But there's been some illumination The wisest cops have realized They fucked the operation Cooking up the books A respected occupation The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations They don't believe in crime They don't know that it exists But to understand What's right and wrong The lawyers work in shifts 'N speaking of the devil He ain't been seen for years 'Cept every 20 mins He zooms between me ears I don't believe in books But I read all the time For ciphers to the riddles An' reasons to the rhymes
Midnight to Stevens
(Strummer/Jones)
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.
Movers And Shakers
(Strummer/Rhodes)
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!
Mustapha Dance
(The Clash)
The sheik he drove his cadillac Shareef Rockin the casbah Rock He thinks it's not kosher Fundamentally he can't take it You know he really hates it Really, really hates it
North And South
(Strummer/Rhodes)
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!
One Emotion
(Strummer/Jones)
One emotion It's all over the place You let it get out It cuts in your face One emotion Back of a shop 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 if you can keep your buttons down When it gets right One emotion One emotion All you ever know Is your narrow life One emotion One emotion Smokin' through the town Banging on the doors And (???) One emotion Boy meets girl Smashing (???) 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 Back of a shop 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
One More Dub
(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 more time if you please now One more time
One More Time
(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 more time if you please now One more time to the dying man They say one more time if you please The old lady kicks karate For just a little walk down the street The little baby he knows kung fu He tries it on those he meets Cos its a one more time! You don't need no silicone to calculate poverty Watch when Watts town burns again The bus goes to Montgomery Cos it's a one more time in the ghetto One more time if you please One more time for the dying man One more time to be free
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