(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
(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
(Strummer/Rhodes) Spoken Voice: Hey (???) piranah Joe: Yup and the piranah got it V: Yeah, well if it's hooligan you want J: We British will tear upon
(Strummer/Rhodes) I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm Are they howling out or doing somebody harm On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm
(Strummer/Rhodes) Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again Bring back crucification cry the
do you think We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash What? We are the Clash It's like a patch You can strike that match
folks is talkin' Huh, you little snake in the grass You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass Gimme a lighter, woof! Now you're cut loose From
a crap shoot in culture clash city. From all over the world, from your town to mine. They pay the price, to roll the dice, in culture clash city. Trying
folks is talkin Huh, you little snake in the grass You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass Gimme a lighter - woof! Now you're cut loose From
I just weave the web it's a map spell So I pick a flicker Break the fact it's a crap set So I kick a tricker Save the name Chase the plane in your scene
young folks is talkin Huh, you little snake in the grass You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass Gimme a lighter - woof! Now you're cut loose