The Clash

Four Horsemen


(Strummer/Jones)


Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in the sun
That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue
But they told no one where they had begun-four horsemen


They were given al lthe foods of vanity
And all the instant promises of immortality
Buyt they bit the dust screamin' insanity!-four horsemen


One was over the edge, one was over the cliff
One was lickin' em dry with a bloody great spliff
When they picked up the hiker he didn't want the lift
From the horsemen


But you!
You're not searching, are you now?
You're not looking anyhow
You're never gonna ride that lonely mile
Or put yourself up on trial
Oh, you told me how your life was so bad
An' I agree that it does seem sad
But that's the price that you gotta pay
If you're lazing all around all day
Four horsement coming right through
Four horsemen and they're pissing by you
They make you look like you're wearing a truss
Four hosemen and it's gonna be us


Well they gave useverything for bending the mind
ANd we cleaned out their pockets and we drank 'em blind
IT's a long way to the finish so don't get left behind
By those horsemen


And they gave us the grapes that went ripe in the sun
That loosen the scews at the back of the tongue
But we still told nothing 'bout what was to come
Four horsemen


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

Hateful


(Strummer/Jones)


Well, I got a friend who's a man
What man?
The man who keeps me from the lovely
He gives me what I need
What you need? What you got?
I need it all so badly

CHORUS

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
It's hateful
And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere

This year I've lost some friends
Some friends? What friends?
I dunno, I ain't even noticed

You see, I gotta go out again
Again? My friend
I gotta see that mainman

I killed all my nerves
My nerves? What swerves?
And I can't drive so steady

I've lost my memory
My mind? Behind!
I can't see so clearly

CHORUS


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

I'm Not Down


(Strummer/Jones)


If it's true that a rich man leads a sad life
N' that's what they from day to day
Then what do all the poor do with their lives?
Have nothing to say on judgment day?

I've been beat up, I've been thrown
Out but I'm not down, I'm not down
I've been shown up, but I've grown up

And I'm not down, I'm not down

On my own I faced a gang of jeering in strange streets
When my nerves were pumping and I
Fought my fear in, I did not run
I was not done

And I have lived that kind of day
When one of your sorrows will go away
It goes down and down and hit the floor
Down and down and down some more
Depression
But I now there'll be some way
When I can swing everything back my way
Like skyscrapers rising up
Floor by floor, I'm not giving up

So you rock around and think that
You're the toughest
In the world, the whole wide world
But you're streets away from where
It gets the roughest
You ain't been there


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

Jimmy Jazz


(Strummer/Jones)


The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz

Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
Cut off his ears and chop off his head
Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz

So if you're gonna take a message 'cross this town
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
See it gets to Jimmy Jazz

Don't you bother me, not anymore
I can't take this tale, oh, no more
It's all around, Jimmy Jazz

J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed
J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz
And then it sucks, he said, suck that!
So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother
ANd see what you found
But I guarantee that it ain't your day
Chop! Chop!


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

Koka Kola


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!


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

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


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

Revolution Rock


(J. Edwards/D. Ray)


Revolution rock, it is a brand new rock
A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock


Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back
An' I'm so pilled up that I rattle
I have got the sharpeest knife, so I cut the biggest slice
But I have no time to do battle


Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this
Brand new beat
This here music mash up the nation
This here music cause a sensation
Tell your ma, tell your pa everything's gonna be all right
Can't you feel it? DOn't ignore it
Gonna be Arl-right


Revolution rock, I am in a state of shock
So bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock


Careful how you slide, Clyde, all you did was glide
And you poured your beer in me hat
With my good eye on the beat, living on fixation strete
And I ai't got no time for that


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

Wrong 'em Boyo


(C. Alphanso)


Stagger Lee met Billy and they go down to gambling


Stagger Lee throwed seven
Billy said that he throwed eight
So Billy said, hey Stagger! I'm gonna make my big attack
I'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back


Why do you try to cheat?
And trample people under your feet
Don't you know it is wrong?
To cheat the trying man
So you better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo


You lie, steal, cheat and deceit
In such a small, small game
Don't you know it is wrong


Billy Boy has been shot
And Stagger Lee's come out on top
Don't you know it is wrong
To cheat the trying man
To cheat Stagger man
You'd better stop
So you must start all over again-all over again
You got to play it, Billy, play, you got to play it, Billy, play
And you will find it is the right 'em boyo


But if you must lie and deceit
And trample people under your feet
Don't you know it is wrong
It is the wrong 'em boyo


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

Brand New Cadillac


(Vince Taylor)


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."
She ain't never coming back!


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!


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

Rudie Can't Fail


(Strummer/Jones)


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!


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

Spanish Bombs


(Strummer/Jones)


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


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

The Right Profile


Say, where did I see this guy?
In Red River?
Or a place in the sun?
Maybe the Misfits?
Or From Here to Eternity?


Everybody say, "Is he all right?"
And everybody say, "What's he like?"
Everybody say, "He sure look funny."
That's...Montgomery Clift, honey!


New York, New York, New York, 42nd Street
Hustlers rustle and pimps pimp the beat
Monty Clift is recognized at dawn
He ain't got no shoes and his clothes are torn


I see a car smashed at night
Cut the applause and dim the light
Monty's face is broken on a wheel
Is he alive? Can he still feel?


Nembutol numbs it all
But I prefer alcohol


He said go out and get me my old movie stills
Go out and get me another roll of pills
There I go again shaking, but I ain't got the chills


ARRRGHHHGORRA BUH BHUH DO ARRRRGGGGHHHHNNNN!!!!


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

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


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

Clampdown


(Strummer/Jones)


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?


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

The Guns Of Brixton

(Paul Simonon)


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
Yes, even shoot us
But 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


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

The Card Cheat


(Strummer/Jones)


There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me."
It's only because he's a-lonely
If the keeper of time runs slowly
He won't be alive for long!


If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?
It means nothing!


To the opium den and the barroom gin
In the Belmont chair playing violins
The gambler's face cracks into a grin
As he lays down the king of spades


But the dealer just stares
There's something wrong here, he thinks
The gambler is seized and forced to his knees
And shot dead


He only wanted more time
Away from the darkest door
But his luck it gave in
As the dawn light crept in
And he lay on the floor


From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea
With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear
To all of the men who have stood with no fear
In the service of the King


Before you met your fate be sure you
Did not forsake your lover
May not be around anymore


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

Death Or Glory


(Strummer/Jones)


Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with theworld
And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand


How death or glory becomes just another story
How 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
That he who fucks nun will later join the church


From every dingy basement on every dingy street
I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on
If you been trying for years-then we already heard your song


The Clash - London Calling - 1979

Atom Tan


Now the corporations stopped!
Stopped pushing fast food
Been a multiple shooting
Downtown at the bank
Reluctantly the panic begins
To catch fire
But it did not affect
The steady sale of jun
The state office looked
It looked like Hollywood
With make-up bleeding all over the cracks
Wo he blew his lines
Facing the cameras
He suffered the first


CHORUS

All live heart attack
Oh you've caught an even atom tan


The motor-cyanide
Cyanide suicide
He finally found the brick wall in his life
Shining up his engine
He dressed right up for it
At the top of the speedo
He crumpled the bike
There's plenty people runnin' runnin' for cover-
Hoping at best to hold off al the rest
Once last stand at the bunker fire
Machine gun and pitchfork and breast


CHORUS


But it isn't so easy
So easy for lovers
Chained in love
Stained at the top of the tower
The pink hearse is leaving at funeral speed
Driving your heart
Away with the flowers
All night I waited
I waited for a horseman
His ever faithful
His Indian friend
I'm not the only one
Of the caped crusader fan club watching the sky
For mankind's friend


CHORUS


Oh you've caught an even atom tan


The Clash - Combat Rock - 1982

Car Jamming


Tonight they're closing up the world
N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes
And what is that funk multi-national
Anthem rocking from a thousand
King Kong cassette decks
Then a shyboy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminium crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness n'
Agent Orange color blindness
As we works from door to door
The violence in the carpets
The mirror of his wife
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife
In homesteads of cigar box-radios
Hive like bees
The body in the ice
Box has no date for freeeeeze


CHORUS

In a car jam

Selling is what selling sells
But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell
The hells
Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing acne
Once inisde the executive
He never leaves his home
Gorillas drag their victiims
Hyenas try to sue
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo by
Ventilation units where towers
Meet the streets
The ragged stand in bags
Soaking heat up through their feet


This was the donly kindness
And it was accidental too


CHORUS


Now shaking single engined planes
Traffik-king stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass


And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I swear
Hey fellas
Lauren Bacall
In a car jam
Yeah I don't believe it
In a car jam
Ah yeah positively absolutely


CHORUS


The Clash - Combat Rock - 1982

Death Is A Star


And I was gripped by that deadly phantom
I followed him through hard jungles
As he stalked through the back lots
Strangling through the night shades


The thief of life
Moved onwards and outwards to love


In a one stop only motel
A storm bangs on the cheapest room
The phantom slips in to spill blood
Even on the sweetest honeymoon


The killer of love
Caught the last late Niagara bus


By chance or escaping from misery
Bu suddeness or in answer to pain
Smoking in the dark cinema
You could see the bad go down again


And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains
And a Ford roars through the night full of rain.


The killer's blood flows
But he loads his gun again


Make a grown man cry like a girl
To see the guns dying at sunset


In vain lovers claimed
But they never had met.


The Clash - Combat Rock - 1982

Inoculated City


The soldier boy for his soliders pay
Obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says


The seargent will for his seargent's pay
Obeythe general order of the battle play


The generals bow to the government
Obey the charge you must not relent


What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?
What are they saying in the publiz bazaar?


We are tired of the tune
You must not relent


At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes
Another boy from another side


The bulletins that steady come in say those
Familiar words at the top of the hour


The jamming city increases its hum
And those terrible words continue to come


Through bras music of government hear those
Guns tattoo a roll on the drums


No-one mentions the neighboring war
No one knows what they're fighting for


We are tired of the tune
You must not relent


The Clash - Combat Rock - 1982

Know Your Rights


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

The Clash - Combat Rock - 1982

Overpowered By Funk



If you ain't reggae for it..funk out!
No-one knocking at your door?
Overpowered by funk? Funk out!


Combatative, repetitive
Don't life just funk you out?
Asanine, stupifying
Can the clone line dry you out?


Part of the swarming mass? Funk out!
Slugged by the new increase?
Scared of the human bomb?
Overpowered by funk? Funk out!


Buy dog food
Rogue elephants
Tarzan on a ticker tape
Breakfast, serials?
You know you can't escape


Overpowered by funk
Don't you love our Western ways?
Car crashed by funk
Don't you love our Western ways?


Benny Goodman, trial by jury
A phone box-full of books
Dustcarts and sunrise
No-one gets off the hooks car crashed...
Food for the hungry millions? Funk out!
Home for the floating people?
Skin for the napalm victim?
Overdrunk on power
Funk out!


The final game will be solitaire
Overdrunk on power...funk out


Picture frame, tickets here
For the graffiti train
People at home show you care
Don't try
Fry me in your shockin' chairs
Funkpower over and out


This is a message from Futura
Don't prophisize the future
I liven up the culture
Because I'm deadly as a vulture
I paint on civilization
It's environmentally wack
So presenting my attack
I'll brighten up your shack
I'm down by law
That's a fact
Just give me a wall.
Any building dull or tall
I spray clandestine night subway
I cover red purple on top of grey
Hey, no slashing cuz it ain't the way
The T.A. blew 40 mil they say
We thew down by night
They scrubbed it off by day
OK tourists


The Clash - Combat Rock - 1982

Sean Flynn


You know he just heard
The drums of war
when the past
Was a closing door
The drums beat into the jungle floor


CHORUS

Closing door
Closing door


Rain on the leaves
soldier sing
You never hear anything
They filled the sky with a tropical storm.


CHORUS

You know he head the drums of war
Each man knows what he's looking for


The Clash - Combat Rock - 1982

Should I Stay Or Should I Go


darling, you gotta let me know
should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I'll be there till the end of time
So you gotta let me know
Should I stay or should I go?


I'll always tease,tease,tease
you're happy when I'm on my knees
one day is fine and the next is black
so if you want me off your back
well, come on and let me know
should I stay or should I go?


chorus:

Should I stay or should i go now?
Should I stay or should i go now?
if I go there will be trouble
and if I stay it will be double
so come on and let me know


The indecisions bugging me
(esta un decision me molesta)
if you don't want me ste me free
(Si no quieres librame)
Exactly who I'm supposed to be
(Diga me que tengo ser)
Don't you know which clothes even fits me?
(saves que robas me querida)
Come on and let me know
(Me tienes que decir)
Should I cool it or should I blow?
(Me debo ir o quedarme)



The Clash - Combat Rock - 1982

Rock The Casbah


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 shiek 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 craazy 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 eaarn 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.


The Clash - Combat Rock - 1982

Red Angel Dragnet


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


The Clash - Combat Rock - 1982

Straight To Hell


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


The Clash - Combat Rock - 1982

Ghetto Defendant


/ ALLEN GINSBERG LYRICS



/ 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


The Clash - Combat Rock - 1982