Yes I am the dictator the more guns I got the better Yes I am the liquidator I carry the old Beretta You know there once was freedom You know how dangerous that can be The people used to dance & sing & they used to run wild in the streets But now I am the voice Howling from your radio From my armour plated Cadillac You'll hear what I say goes
Yes I am the dictator I satisfy the U.S. team I always do my killing in the woods & keep the city gutters clean Cos I need a few more dollars For my fighter pilot to be free To dive bomb on the population If they go running wild in the streets Yes I am that voice...etc
Yes I am the crusador I spent twenty years in exile But now I am the invader & I'm never never gonna die Yes I am the dictator my name is on your ballot sheet But until my box has your cross you know the form is incomplete And you know........etc
Gonna be a dirty punk Gonna rock your neighborhood Do the sound of rebel funk Turn it up loud like it should
I could hear your momma scream She's gonna waste herself away When your daddy smashed that tv screen I understand what he had to say
I'm going to get me a big, big, big Big, big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard
Gonna be a dirty punk While my brother dresses clean He used to be the local hunk The girls all ride in my machine(?)
How bout the time I made him drunk And he insult my brotherhood I shout out I am a dirty punk Gonna rock your neighborhood
I'm going to get a big, big, big Big, big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard
Gonna get a big, big, big Go faster! Then I'm gonna go! big! Let's go to (???) Up your boulevard Up your boulevard Go so far up your boulevard
Gonna drive my big, big, big Big, big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard
Punk rockers, hip-hoppers Brit poppers, show stoppers Beboppers, hair droppers Are you ready to sing?
Right wing, left wing I want something To see me through (???) Bout what 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
With my guitar now (???) last dance I see them where they (???) How they usually stay
Beating on a drum Did they tell them 'take it in' Got the (???) Where the fat boy blew
We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash That's right We are the Clash It's like a patch You can strike that match
Home fires burnin' In motorcycle city The rockin' gods will choose If I'm worthy to live The first (???) engine (???) forty-six And there's no more (???) To imitate respect
We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash Don't take no shit We are the Clash Do ya hear me? It's like a patch You can strike that match
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
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 A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm
This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel
Time on his hands freezing in those clothes He won't go for the carrot They beat him by the pole Some sunny day confronted by his soul He's out at sea, too far off, he can't go home
This is England What we're supposed to die for This is England And we're never gonna cry no more
Black shadow of the Vincent Falls on a Triumph line I got my motorcycle jacket But I'm walking all the time South Atlantic wind blows Ice from a dying creed I see no glory When will we be free
This is England We can chain you to the rail This is England We can kill you in a jail
The British boots go kick them Got 'em in the head Police ain't watchin' The newspapers been read Who cares to protest A (???) in the eye like a flare Out came the batons and The British warned themselves
This is England The land of (il)legal dances This is England Land of a thousand stances This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel This is England This is England
Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia
You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did
Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again & who knows any better than to kick and scratch under English weather )From a chain gang to the mill. The mill that sits on top of the hill The fog drowned towns arr gonna have to fade The wrong side of the a scissor blade
You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick They own the pack while we play the three card trick
Dont you remember the place Where we hid the ace? Yeah not thick but slick Now we all gotta play the three card trick
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 the street V: (???) J: I see you've lived in Germany. V: Yankee (???) J: (???) V: (???)
Sung I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers
V:I thought I'd call a taxi J: Well what you got is a police car V: Are you gonna (???) cleanin'? J: (???) use a burglar V: (???) J: I'll say to give you a kiss V: No (???) J: Come on lets go out get smashed
I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers
V: What kind of food for the picnic J: Hey don't worry about our (???) V: (???) obviously then J: Well everyday seems the same V: No. I don't want (???) J: Look at you. Turn your plastic into gold. V: (???) J: Just get your face in a centerfold V: 2,3,4
I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers
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
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?
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 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!
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
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!
Spanish songs in Andaluc? The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the ventana open Federico 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 te quiero infinito Yo te quiero, oh mi coraz? Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito Yo te quiero, oh mi coraz?
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 se?rita'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 Andaluc?, mandolina, oh mi coraz? Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi coraz?
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
