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Police And Thieves
Pressure Drop
I Fought The Law
One Emotion
Brand New Cadillac
Police On My Back
Every Little Bit Hurts
@SONG: JANIE JONES
He's in love with rock'n'roll woaahh
He's in love with gettin' stoned woaahh
He's in love with Janie Jones
But he don't like his boring job, no...
An' he knows what he's got to do
So he knows he's gonna have fun with you
You lucy lady!
An' he knows when the evening comes
When his job is done he'll be over in his car for you
An' in the in-tray lots of work
But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks
But he's just like everyone, he's got a Ford Cortina
That just won't run without fuel
Fill her up, Jacko!
An' the invoice it don't quite fit,
There's no payola in his alphabetical file
This time he's gonna really tell the boss
Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels
It's pretty bad!
Let them know - how you feel
@SONG: CAREER OPPORTUNITIES
The offered me the office, offered me the shop
They said I'd better take anything they'd got
Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?
Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?
Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock
Career opportunity, the ones that never knock
I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F.
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
And I won't open letter bombs for you
Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector
They're gonna have to introduce conscription
They're gonna have to take away my prescription
If they wanna get me making toys
If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice
Careers
Careers
Careers
Ain't never gonna knock
@SONG: WHITE RIOT
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
Black people gotta lot a problems
But they don't mind throwing a brick
White people go to school
Where they teach you how to be thick
An' everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
An' nobody wants
To go to jail!
All the power's in the hands
Of people rich enough to buy it
While we walk the street
Too chicken to even try it
Everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
Nobody wants
To go to jail!
Are you taking over
or are you taking orders?
Are you going backwards
Or are you going forwards?
@SONG: 1977
In 1977 I hope I go to heaven
Cos I been too long on the dole
And I can't work at all
Danger stranger
You better paint your face
No Elvis, Beatles, or The Rolling Stones
In 1977
In 1977
Knives in West 11
Ain't so lucky to be rich
Sten guns in Knightsbridge
Danger stranger
You better paint your face
No Elvis, Beatles, or The Rolling Stones
In 1977
In 1977
You're on the never never
You think it can't go on forever
But the papers say it's better
I don't care 'cos I'm not all there
No Elvis, Beatles, or The Rolling Stones
In 1977
Sod the Jubilee
In 1978
In 1979
Stayed in bed
In 1980
In 1981
The toilet don't work
In 1982
In 1983
Here come the police
In 1984
@SONG: I'M SO BORED WITH THE U.S.A.
Yankee soldier
He wanna shoot some skag
He met it in Cambodia
But now he can't afford a bag
Yankee dollar talk
To the dictators of the world
In fact it's giving orders
An' they can't afford to miss a word
I'm so bored with the U...S...A...
But what can I do?
Yankee detectives
Are always on the TV
'Cos killers in America
Work seven days a week
Never mind the stars and stripes
Let's print the Watergate Tapes
I'll salute the New Wave
And I hope nobody escapes
I'm so bored with the U...S...A...
But what can I do?
Move up Starsky
For the C.I.A.
Suck on Kojak
For the USA
@SONG: HATE & WAR
Hate and war - the only things we got today
An' if I close my eyes
They will not go away
You have to deal with it
It is the currency
Hate...hate...hate...
The hate of a nation
A million miles from home
An' get war from the junkies
Who don't like my form
I'm gonna stay in the city
Even when the house fall down
I don't dream of a holiday
When hate an' war come around
Hate and war...
I have the will to survive
I cheat if I can't win
If someone locks me out
I kick my back in
An' if I get aggression
I give it to them two time back
Every day it's just the same
With hate an' war on my back
Hate and war - I hate all the English
Hate and war - they're just as bad as wops
Hate and war - I hate all the politeness
Hate and war - I hate all the cops
I wanna walk down any street
Looking like a creep
I don't care if I get beat up
By any Kebab Greek
@SONG: WHAT'S MY NAME
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not who I want to be
I tired spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall!
What's my name naaaame...naaaame....naaaame....
I tried to join a ping-pong club, sign on the door said all full up!
I got nicked, fighting in the road an' the judge didn't even know
What's my name
Dad go pissed so I got clocked
Couldn't hear the Tannoy so he lost the lot
Offers Mum a bribe through the letter box
Drives you ****ing mad
What's my name
Now I'm round the back of your house at night
Peeping in the window - are you sleeping tight?
I laugh at your locks with my celloid strip
An' you won't know who came
What's my name
@SONG: DENY
Deny
You're such a liar
You won't know the truth if it hist you in the eye
Deny
You're such a liar
You're selling your no-no all the time
An' you said we were going out
To the 100 club
Then you said "It ain't my scene"
But then you turned up alone
Then you turned up alone
Then you said you'd given it up
Gone an' kicked it in the head
You said you ain't had none for weeks
But baby I seen your arms
Baby I seen your arms
Do you think I'm a raving idiot?
Just got off the boat
Step in line, sign this form - you ain't got a hope
Baby ain't got a hope - you ain't got a hope
What a liar - Deny
What a liar
@SONG: LONDON'S BURNING
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
@SONG: PROTEX BLUE
Standing in the bog of a West End bar
Guy on the right leaning over too far
Money in my pocket gonna put it in the slot
Open up the pack see what type I got
I didn't want to hold you
I didn't want to use you
Protex, Protex Blue
All I wanna do
It's a fab protective for that type of a girl
But everybody knows that se uses it well
It's the therapeutic structure I can use at will
But I don't think it fits my B.D. Drill
Sitting in a carriage of a Bakerloo
Erotica my pocket got a packet for you
Advert on the escalator on my way home
I don't need no skin flicks, I wanna be alone
I didn't want to hold you
I didn't want to use you
Protex, Protex Blue
All I wanna do
Johnny, Johnny
@SONG: 48 HOURS
Friday or Saturday, what does that mean
Short space of time needs a heavy scene
Monday is coming like a jail on wheels
48 hours need 48
48 hours need 48
48 hours need 48
Thrills
48 thrills
So tell me an' I'll take the tube
You know a girl, yeah well she's bound to be rude
Can't get nothing at the places I've been
I've combed this town from top to bottom
I try to get around but my legs are broken
Every time I miss it 'cos I ain't got a ticket
48 hours need 48 thrills
Kicking for kicks
@SONG: CHEAT
I get violent when I'm ****ed up
I get silent when I'm drugged up
Want excitement, don't get none, I got wild
I don't know what can be done about it
If you play the game you get nothing out of it
Find out for yourself try bein' a goody goody
You better cheat cheat
No reason to play fair
Cheat cheat or don't get anywhere
Cheat cheat if you can't win
Nobody knows what they are doing
It's beyond your control, an' Friday night's a ruin
If you wanna survive you better learn how to lie
Don't use the rules
They're not for you, they're for the fools
And you're a fool if you don't know that
So use the rule you stupid fool
@SONG: GARAGELAND
Back in the garage with my bull**** detector
Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective
People ringing up making offers for my life
But I just wanna stay in the garage all night
We're a garage band
We come from garageland
Meanwhile things are hotting up in the West End alright
Contracts in the offices, groups in the night
My bummin' slummin' friends have all got new boots
An' someone just asked me if the group would wear suits
I don't wanna hear about what the rich are doing
I don't wanna go to where the rich are going
They think they're so clever, they think they're so right
But the truth is only know by guttersnipes
There's twenty-two singers! But one microphone
Back in the garage
There's five guitar players! But one guitar
Back in the garage
Complaints! Complaints! Wot an old bag
Back in the garage
All night
@SONG: CAPITAL RADIO ONE
Yes, it's time for the Dr. Goebbels show!
There's a tower in the heart of London
With a radio station right at the top
They don't make the city beat
They're making all the action stop
A long time aga there were pirates
Beaming waves from the sea
But now all the stations are silenced
'Cos they ain't got a government license
Wanna tell your problems
Phone in from your bedsit room
Having trouble with your partner
Let us all in on the news
If you wanna hear a record
Get the word from Aiden Day
He picks all the hits to play
To keep you in your place all day
Capital Radio
In tune with nothing
Don't touch that dial
@SONG: COMPLETE CONTROL
They said release "Remote Control"
But we didn't want it on the label
They said, "Fly to Amsterdam"
The people laughed but the press went mad
Ooh ooh ooh someone's really smart
Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that's a laugh
On the last tour my mates couldn't get in
I'd open up the back door but they'd get run out again
At every hotel we was met by the Law
Come for the party - come to make sure!
Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong?
Ooh ooh ooh complete control, even over this song
They said we'd be artistically free
When we signed that bit of paper
They meant let's make a lotsa mon-ee
An' worry about it later
Ooh ooh ooh I'll never understand
Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand!
All over the news spread fast
They're dirty, they're filthy
They ain't gonna last!
This is Joe Public speaking
I'm controlled in the body, controlled in the mind
Total
C-o-n control - that means you!
@SONG: CLASH CITY ROCKERS
I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers
You need a little jump of electrical shockers
You better leave town if you only wanna knock us
Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
You see the rate they come down the escalator
Now listen to the tube train accelerator
Then you realise that you got to have a purpose
Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later
So don't complain about your useless employment
Jack it in forever tonight
Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it
Think of all the money you've got
An' I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry
Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky
Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes
You won't succeed unless you try
You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove
Come on and show me say the bells of Old Bowie
When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter
No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers
You need a little jump of electrical shockers
You better leave town if you only wanna knock us
Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
@SONG: CITY OF THE DEAD
This is the city of the dead
As we lie side by side in bed
I'd do something else instead
But it is the city of the dead
We went out kickin' around
But you got drunk an' fallen down
An' I wished I could be like you
With the Soho River drinking me down
In the city of the dead
Fall in love an' fall in bed
It wasn't anything you said
Except I know we both lie dead
Don't you know where to cop
That's what New York Johnny said (<- Johnny Thunders)
You should get to know your town
Just like I know mine
While all the windows stare ahead
An' the streets are filled with dread
Every nation in the world
Slinks through the alley after girls
What we wear is dangerous gear
It'll get you picked on anywhere
Though we get beat up we don't care
At least it livens up the air
But somedays we hide inside
All courage gone and paralysed
Sniff that wind of ugly tension
Today the jerks have got aggression
It is the city of the dead
@SONG: JAIL GUITAR DOORS
Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine
A little more every day
Holding for a friend till the band do well
Then the D.E.A. locked him away
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame
Gave all his money away
"Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son"
And so they certified him insane
And then there's Keith, waiting for trial
Twenty-five thousand bail
If he goes down you won't hear his sound
But his friends carry on anyway
**** 'em!
Jail guitar doors
54/46 was my number
Jail guitar doors
Right now someone else has that number
@SONG: THE PRISONER
The prisoner meets the muppet hi-fi
North of Watford Junction
We get in but we don't have fun
An' we leave before the truncheons
So it's back to watch the day to day
Saga of working people
Hanging out the washing and clipping coupons
And generally being decent
Johnny too bad meets Johnny be good
In the Charing Cross Road
That's the only thing that happened today
Says the West End jungle code
And all the Germans and all the French
Jam themselves down the tube
And re-enact the Second World War
While the rude boys get rude!
And I look to my left
And I look to my right
And I'm looking for a man
I'm looking for a sign
I don't wanna be the prisoner
The prisoner lives in Camden Town
Selling revolution
The prisoner loads his tracking arm up
With self-disillusion
Your mother does the washing up
Your old man digs the garden
You're only free to dodge the cops
An' bunk the train to stardom
@SONG: WHITE MAN IN HAMMERSMITH PALAIS
Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator
Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel
Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons
White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution
Punk rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting
The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money
All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway
I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun
I'm only
Looking for fun
@SONG: 1-2 CRUSH ON YOU
Standing in a queue of a school canteen
Guys on the corner they were laughin' at me
But I don't mind if they see it all
You know I gotta come clean
I gotta come clean
I got a crush on you
My mind don't need it but my body do
A little bit of loving and attention for you
Although we're only strangers
They don't need to know
I gotta cum clean, I gotta cum clean
Ooh, I got a crush on you
I wanna get serious right away
1-2, I got a crush on you
what you doin' today or any other day?
1-2, I got a crush on you
Just one look and I go insane
1-2, I got a crush on you
Your Daddy never comes to get you
'Cos he lives so far away
But his I-talian chauffeur shows up every day
But I'll get you in the corner, I'll get you all alone
I gotta cum clean, I gotta cum clean
Ooh, I got a crush on you
1-2, I got a crush on you - one
2, I got a crush on you - one
2, I got a crush on you
I said 1-2
I got a crush on you
Why should I get a crush on you?
@SONG: ENGLISH CIVIL WAR
When Johnny comes marching home again
He's coming by bus or underground
A woman's eye will she a tear
To see his face os beaten in fear
An' it was just around the corner in the English Civil War
It was still at the stage of clubs and fists
When that well-known face got beaten to bits
Your face was blue in the light of the screen
As we watched the speech of an animal scream
The new party army was marching right over our heads
Alright
There your are, ha ha, I told you so
Says everybody that we know
But who hid a radio under the stairs
An' who got caught out on their unawares?
When that new party army cam marching right up the stairs
When Johnny comes marching home again
Nobody understands it can happen again
The sun is shining an' the kids are shouting loud
But you gotta know it's shining through a crack in the cloud
And the shadows keep falling when Johnny comes marching home
@SONG: SAFE EUROPEAN HOME
Well, I just got back an' I wish I never leave now
Who dat Martian arrival at the airport?
How many local dollars for a local anaesthetic?
The Johnny on the corner was a very sympathetic
I went to the place where every white face is an invitation
To robbery
An's sitting here in my safe European home
I don't wanna go back there again
Wasn't I lucky n' wouldn't it be loverly?
Send us all cards, an' have a laying in on a Sunday
I was there for two weeks, so how come I never tell
That natty dread drinks at the Sheraton Hotel?
Now they got the sun, an' they got the palm trees
They got the weed, an' they got the taxis
Whoa, the harder the come, n' the home of ol' bluebeat
Yes I'd stay an' be a tourist but I can't take the gunplay
@SONG: TOMMY GUN
Tommy gun - he ain't happy less he got one
Tommy gun - he ain't gonna shoot the place up just for fun
Maybe he wants to die - for the money
Maybe he wants to kill - for his country
Whatever he wants, he's gonna get it!
Tommy gun - you better strip it down for a custom run
Tommy gun - waiting in the airport 'till Kingdom Come
An' we can watch you make it on the nine o'clock news
Standing there in Palestine lighting the fuse
Whatever you want, you're gonna get it
Tommy gun - you'll be dead when your war is won
Tommy gun - but did you have gun down everyone?
I can see it's kill or be killed
A nation of destiny has got to be fulfilled
Whatever you want, you're gonna get it!
Tommy gun - you can be a hero in an age of none
Tommy gun - I'm cutting out your picture from page one
I' gonna get a jacket just like yours
An' give my false support to your cause
Whatever you want, you're gonna get it!
Boats an' tanks and planes, it's your game
Kings an' Queens an' Generals learn your name
I see all the innocents, the human sacrifice
And if death comes so cheap, then the same goes for live!
@SONG: JULIE'S IN THE DRUG SQUAD
It's Lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie
She giggles at the screen 'cos it looks so green
There's carpets on the pavements
And feathers in her eye
But sooner or later, her new friends will realise
That Julie's been working for the drug squad
Well it seemed like a dream, too good to be true
Stash it in the bank with the tablets grow high
In their millions
And everybody's high (Hi, man...)
But there's someone looking down
From that mountainside
'Cos Julie's been working fro the drug squad
And it's ten years for you
Nineteen for you
And you can get out in twenty-five
That is if you're still alive
An' then there came the night of the greatest ever raid
They arrested every drug that had ever been made
They took eighty-two laws
Through eight-two doors
And they didn't halt the pull
Till the cells were all full
'Cos Julie was working for the drug squad
They put him in a cell, they said you wait here
You've got the time to count all of your hair
You've got fifteen years
A mighty long time
You could have been a physicist
But now your name is on the mailbag list
Julie's been working for the drug squad
Gumbo!
@SONG: STAY FREE
We met when we were in school
Never took no **** from no one, we weren't fools
The teacher says we're dumb
We're only having fun
We piss on everyone
In the classroom
When we got thrown out I left without much fuss
An' weekends we'd go dancing
Down Streatham on the bus
You always made me laugh
Got me in bad fights
Play me pool all night
Smokin' menthol
I practised daily in my room
You were down The Crown planning your next move
Go on a nicking spree
Hit the wrong guy
Each of you get three
Years in Brixton
I did my very best to write
How was Butlins?
Were the screws too tight?
When you lot get out
We're gonna hit the town
We'll burn it ****in' down
To a cinder
Cos years have passed and things have changed
And I move anyway I wanna go
I'll never forget the feeling I got
When I heard that you'd got home
An' I'll never forget the smile on my face
'Cos I knew where you would be
An' if you're in The Crown tonight
Have a drink on me
But go easy...step lightly...stay free
@SONG: GROOVY TIMES
The High Street shops are boarded up
An' the Terrace it is fenced in
See-through shields are walled across
The way that you came in
But there's no need to get excited
As the lorries bring the bacon in
'Cos the housewives are all singing
Groovy times are here again
They discovered one black Saturday
That mobs don't march they run
So you can excuse the nervous triggerman
Just this once for jumping the gun
As they were picking up the dead
Out of the broken glass
Yes it's Number One, the radio said
Groovy times have come to pass!
Groovy times groovy times groovy times
The intake is on the uptake
The acceleration's pretty grim
I can remember his first appearance
Now look what's happened to him
So they put him in a dog suit
Like from 1964
The King of Early Evening TV
Groovy times forever more
Groovy times
@SONG: GATES OF THE WEST
I would love to be the lucky one on Chill Avenue
Who could keep your hear warm when ice has turned it blue
But with the beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night
I'm looking back for home and I can see the lights
I should be jumpin' shoutin' that I made it all this way
From Camden Town station to 44th and 8th
Not many make it this far and many say we're great
But just like them we walk on an' we can't escape our fate
Can't you hear the sighing
Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue
Both say they needed something new
So I'm standing at the gates of the west
I burn money at the lights of the sign
The city casts a shadow of the perfect crime
I'm standing at the gates of the east
I take my pulse and the pulse of my friend
The city casts a shadow, will I see you again?
The immigrants an' remnants of all the glory years
Are clustered around the bar again for another round of beers
Little Richard's in the kitchen playing spoons and plates
He's telling the waitress he's great
Ah say I know somewhere back'n'forth in time
Out on the dustbowls, deep in the roulette mine
Or in a ghetto cellar only yesterday
There's a move into the future for the U.S.A.
I hear them crying
Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue
Both say they needed something new
Standing at the gates of the west
In the shadow again
I'm standing at the gates of the west
In the shadow again
@SONG: LONDON CALLING
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 to us
Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
Except for the ring of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running but I have no fear
Cos London is drowning and I live by the water
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it brother, you can got it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out and draw another breath
London calling and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking I saw you noddin' out
London calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error but I have no fear
Cos London is drowning and I live by the river
Now get this
London calling, yes I was there too
An' you know what they said - well some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
An' after all this, won't you give me a smile?
I never felt so much a' like...
@SONG: RUDIE CAN'T FAIL
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 bin 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 (<- Doctor Alimantado)
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
Lookout, lookout
Skyjuice!...10c a bottle
@SONG: 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?
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 crush 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
@SONG: SPANISH BOMBS
Spanish songs in Andalucâa
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 on a DC10 tonight
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi Coraz¢n
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi Coraz¢n
Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died up on the hill
The 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 hotel
My se§orita's rose was nipped in the bud
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 DC10 tonight
Spanish songs in Andalucâa, Mandolina, oh mi Coraz¢n
Spanish songs in Granada
Oh mi Coraz¢n
@SONG: LOST IN THE SUPERMARKET
I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the 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 suburb
Over which I never could see
I heard the people who live on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my firs ever feeling
That's how it's been all around me
I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes
I save coupons from packets of tea
I've got my giant hit discotheque album
I empty a bottle I feel a bit free
The kids in the halls and the popes in he walls
make me noises for company
Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely
It's not here
It disappear
I'm all lost
@SONG: THE RIGHT PEOPLE
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 alright?"
And everybody say, "What's he like?"
Everybody say, "He sure looks funny!"
"That's...Montgomery Clift, Honey!"
New York, New York, 42nd Street
Hustlers rustle and pimps pimp the beat
Monty Clift is recognised 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?
And everybody say "Is he alright"
Everybody say "Shine a light"
Everybody day "It's not funny"
That's Montgomery Clift honey
Shoot his right profile
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 shaking but I ain't got the chills
Arrrghhhgorra buh bhuh do arrrrgggghhhhnnnn!!!!
@SONG: THE CARD CHEAT
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 the things he planned
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?
It means nothing!
To the opium den and the bar room 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 an forced to hi 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
@SONG: DEATH OR GLORY
Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
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 'cos they don't
Understand...
How death or glory becomes just another story
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 ****s nuns will later join the church
Death or glory becomes just another story
In every dingy basement on every dingy street
I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
That' just the beat of time, the beat that must go on
If you been trying for years - then we already heard your song
@SONG: CLAMPDOWN
What are we gonna do now?!...
Taking off his turban, they said is this man a Jew?
'Cos 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 man
To be you 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 governments 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 blue and brown
And working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalise
Make 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?
@SONG: TRAIN IN VAIN
You say you stand by your man
Tell me something, I don't understand
You said you loved me, and that's a fact
And then you left me, said you felt trapped
Well, some things you can't explain away
But the heartache's in me till this day
You didn't stand by me
No, not at all
You didn't stand by me
No way
All the times when we were close
I'll remember these things the most
I see all my dreams come tumblin' down
I can't be happy without you around
So alone, I keep the wolves at bay
And there's only one thing I can say
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me
Did you stand by me?
No, not at all
Now I got a job, but it don't pay
I need new clothes, I need somewhere to stay
But without all of these things I can do
But without your love, I won't make it through
But you don't understand my point of view
I suppose there's nothing I can do
You must explain why thins must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me?
Did you stand by me?
@SONG: BANKROBBER
My Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money
Some is rich, and some is poor
That's the way the world is
But I don't believe in lying back
Sayin' how bad your luck is
So we came to jazz it up
We never loved a shovel
Break your back to earn your pay
An' don't forget to grovel
The old man spoke up in a bar
Said I never been in prison
A lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison
Imagine if all the boys in jail
Could get out now together
Whadda you think they'd want to say to us?
While we was being clever
Someday you'll meet your rocking chair
Cos that's where we're spinning
There's no point to wanna comb your hair
When it's grey and thinning
Run rabbit run
Strike out boys, for the hills
I can find that hole in the wall
And I know that they never will
@SONG: THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 am
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
AM, the FM the PM 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 TV 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 Friedrich 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 wing 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!!
****ing long, innit?
@SONG: THE LEADER
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
@SONG: THE CALL UP
It's up to you not to heed the call-up
'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who knows the reasons why you have grown up?
Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?
It's up to you not to heed the call-up
I don't wanna die!
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
I don't wanna kill!
For he who will die
Is he who will kill
Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields
Over Kiev and down to the sea
All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city fathers used to watch them
Tears in their eyes
There is a rose that I want to live for
Although, God knows, I may not have met her
There is a dance an' I should be with her
There is a town - unlike any other
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who give you work an' why should you do it?
At fifty-five minutes past eleven
There is a rose...
Yeah!
@SONG: SOMEBODY GOT MURDERED
Someone lights a cigarette
While riding in a car
Some ol' guy takes a swig
And passes back the jar
But where they were last night
No-one can remember
Somebody got murdered
Goodbye, for keeps, forever
Somebody got murdered
Somebody's dead forever
And you're minding your own business
Carrying spare change
You wouldn't cosh a barber
You're hungry all the same
I been very tempted
To grab it from the till
I been very hungry
But not enough to kill
Somebody got murdered
His name cannot be found
A small stain on the pavement
They'll scrub it off the ground
As the daily crown disperse
No-one says that much
Somebody got murdered
And it' left me with a touch
Somebody got murdered
Somebody's dead forever
Sounds like murder!
Those shouts!
Are they drunk down below?
It's late, and my watch stopped
Some time ago
Sounds like murder!
Those screams!
Are they drunk down below?
@SONG: WASHINGTON BULLETS
Oh! Mama, Mama look there!
Your children are playing in that street again
Don't you know shat happened down there?
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town
The killing clowns, the blood money men
Are shooting those Washington bullets again
As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende, and the days before,
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara,
In the Santiago Stadium,
Es Verdas - those Washington Bullets again
And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,
Havana for the playboys in the Cuban sun,
For Castro is a colour,
Is a redder than red,
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
For Castro is the colour...
...That will earn you a spray of lead
For the very first time ever,
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua,
There was no interference from America
Human rights in America
Well the people fought the leader,
And up he flew...
With no Washington bullets what else could he do?
'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel
That the Moscow bullets missed
Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist...
...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet,
How many monks did the Chinese get?
In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,
'N' check the British bullets in his armoury
Sandinista!
Que?
@SONG: BROADWAY
"It ain't my fault
It's 6 'o'clock in the morning"
He said
As he came up out of the night
When he found I had no coins to bum,
He began to testify -
Born in a depression
Born out of good luck
Born into misery
- In the back of a truck..
I'm telling you this mister
Don't be put off by looks
I been in the ring and I took those right hooks
Oh the loneliness
Used to knock me out - harder than the rest
And I've worked for breakfast
'N I ain't had no lunch
I been on delivery and received every punch
Suddenly I noticed that it weren't quite the same
Feel different one morning maybe it was the rain
But everywhere I looked all over the city
They're funnin' in an out of the bars
Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars
Y'see I allways wanted one of those cars
Long black 'n shiny an' pull up to the bars
Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button,
Hear it coming in
You can say I can see the light... roll!
Forward! Drive! Green lights! Green lights!
Intersection city coming a running comeback home I run back
Not that strong now
Yes who's there now, can I help you? Calling Intel station light
Did you put your money in? Yes I put it in
It say go, I say go, she say go, so we say go
Cos I can see the light all night tonight this night right now
Coming on forward motion across the ocean
An up the hills yeh boys let's strike for the hills
While that petrol tank is full
Gimme a push gimme a pull
Gimme a llama gimme a mule
Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse
Down the avenue
So fine
In style
@SONG: LIGHTNING STRIKES (NOT ONCE BUT TWICE)
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 poloroid 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
He 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!
@SONG: STOP THE WORLD
The panorama of the city is wrong
In fact the city seems to be gone!
Burning rubber and smoke in my eyes
There's a flat burning junkheap for twenty square miles!
They took it into the nuclear mine
Judging by this, they left nothing behind
Down in the bunkers in the crust of the earth
Now crouch the wealthy and the noble of birth
If I could a ride a train around the city
That holds this as our fate
I'd ride from electro-circuit central
To the shock inducer gate
Not forgetting the by-pass
Across the Washington hooks
Through the phones and desks and screens
Of the Kremlin's crook of crooks
There's some panel in a circuit board
Destination of the override
Scanning the wild wind
Blowing through the berlin corridor
Spotlit in a palace, shielded from dust
Malfunction or not, the failsafe is the crux
So far away from us, shaking with the mystery tears
One lonely night in Ladbroke Grove
Far away in the deserts of Omaha!
They got it nailed down - Swiss tight!
The bank nots of Europe
The Emperors and Kings
Curl in the Autumn - as the burning of leaves
And I've cleaned my black guitar...
@SONG: MIDNIGHT TO STEVENS
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 the company trick
We're all jumping through
Bet you ain't had no food now
Since you las t went to sleep
The wild seed that has 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 dor 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.
@SONG: THIS IS RADIO CLASH
Interrupting all programmes
This is Radio Clash from pirate satellite
Orbiting your living room, cashing in the Bill of Rights
Cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights
This is Radio Clash on pirate satellite
This sound does not subscribe to the international plan
In the psycho shadow of the white right hand
Them that see ghetology as an urban Viet Nam
Giving deadly exhibitions of murder by napalm
This is Radio Clash - tearing up the seven veils
This is Radio Clash - please save us, not the whales
This is Radio Clash - underneath a mushroom cloud
This is Radio Clash - you don't need that funeral shroud
Forces have been looting
My humanity
Curfews have been curbing
The end of liberty
Hands of law have sorted through
My identity
But now this sound is brave
And wants to be free - anyway to be free
This is Radio Clash on pirate satellite
This is not free Europe
Nor an armed force network
This is Radio Clash using audio ammunition
This is Radio Clash can we get that world to listen?
This is Radio Clash using aural ammunition
This is Radio Clash can we get that world to listen?
This is Radio Clash on pirate satellite
Orbiting your living room, cashing in the Bill of Rights
This is Radio Clash on pirate satellite
This is Radio Clash - everybody hold on tight
A-riggy diggy dig dang dang
Go back to urban 'Nam
@SONG: COOL CONFUSION
Between cool confusion
And Kung Fu in the car park
Could the weekend be losing
That reactive spark
Even in the Shebeen
Or down in the meat rack
Longtime I feel cold
To send Cinderella's shoe back
Along the length of the wire
Party jam on the line
I can't hear a thing
Can't get no number nine
Now we must get in touch
If the night is to burn
Someone out there in luck
Lend me your star for a turn
As heroes fix their hari
Some are saving their breath
Just on the walkways tonight
For a glue bag death
Screens flick in unison
Some gaze at the soul
From the tiers and the heights
Go for the fifteenth floor stroll
It' immediately obvious;
Anybody star-gilt
Would have left this club
Way before it was built
This strikes you so late
As the guy with the broom
Sweeps you and the bottles
Right out of the room
Now I wash in the factory
Confess in the tile house
I don't need to bleed anybody
To strike out
Today my Godfather
He sent a note from the jail
Said go get'em kid
But don't get chained to the rail
Between cool confusion
And Kung Fu in the car park
Could the weekend be losing
That romantic spark
Even in the Shebeen
Or down in the meat rack
Longtime I feel cold
To send Cinderella's shoe back
@SONG: RED ANGEL DRAGNET
I come from a long way away
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 N.Y. City
Who shot the shot?
Who got shot tonight?
Not even five enforcement agencies can save their own
Never mind the people
Tonight it's raining on the angels of the city
Did anyone prophesize these people?
Only Travis
Come in Travis
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 it clearly.
Personally, I know the alley
Where Jack feeds on the birds of night
Not even bobbies bicycling
Can stop the blood and feathers flying
Wearing 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 there
Wall to wall
You saved the world
What else?
You saved the girl
Champagne 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 midnight
Hey, but this is serious
She can't even get back home
One of these, days I'm gonna get myself organizized
I come from a long way off
I know a lifegiver over a lifetaker
For the same reason no one ever pointed a gun at policeman
Talking about the red angles of New York City, yeah
@SONG: GHETTO DEFENDANT
Clash Lyrics / 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
@SONG: 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 shaken to the top
The sheik he drove his cadillac
He went a-cruisin' down the ville
The muezzin was a-standing
On the radiator grille
The shariff 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 crazy 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 shariff had cleared the square
They began to wail
No over at the temple. Oh!
Oh they really pack 'em in
The in-crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
And the temple band took five
The crowd caught a whiff
Of that crazy casbah jive
The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better barn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the casbah way
As soon as the shariff was chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to the cockpit radio blare
As soon as the shariff was outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed
The shariff don't like it rockin' the casbah rock the casbah
He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it
You know he really hates it
@SONG: 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 here 'til the end of time
So you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
Always tease tease tease
Siempre - coqetiando y enganyando
You're happy when I'm on my knees
Me arrodilla y esta feliz
One day is fine, next day is black
Un dias bien el otro negro
So if you want me off your back
Al rededar en tu espalda
Well come on and let me know
Me tienes que desir
Should I stay or should I go?
Me debo ir o que darme
Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
An' if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know
This indecision's bugging me
Esta undecision me molesta
If you don't want me, set me free
Si no me quieres, librame
Exactly who'm I'm supposed to be
Diga me que tengo ser
Don't you know which clothes even fit me?
®Saves que robas me queurda?
Come on and let me know
Me tienes que desir
Should I cool it or should I blow?
®Me debo ir o quedarme?
Should I stay or should I go now? ®Yo me frio o lo sophlo?
If I go there will be trouble - si me voy - va ver peligro
And if I stay it will be double - si me quedo es doble
So you gotta let me know - me tienes que decir
Should I stay or should I go? ®Yo me frio o lo sophlo?
@SONG: 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 papa-san take me home
See me got photo photo photograph of you and mama mama
Mama-san
Of you and mama mama mama-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 mama-san says
You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In parkland international
Heh! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
And rat poison, the volatile molotov 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 cough 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