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Hate And War
Hate and war. The only things we got today. . An' if I close my eyes. It will not go away. You have to deal with it. It is the currency. . Hate, hate, hate, hate.
Hateful
Well, I got a friend, who's a man. (Who's a man). What man?. The man. Who keeps me from the lonely. The only. . He gives me. What I need. (What you need?).
Guns On The Roof
I swear by Almighty God. To tell the whole truth. And nothing but the truth. . Guns guns, guns guns. Guns guns, guns guns. . They torture all the women and children.
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.
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?.
Ghetto Defendant
Do the worm on Acropolis. Slamdance the Cosmopolis. Enlighten the populace. . Hungry darkness of living. Who will thirst in the pit. ed in Metropolis.
Garageland
Back in the garage with my bullshit detector. Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective. People ringing up, making offers for my life. I just wanna stay in the garage all night.
Gates Of The West
(strummer/jones). . I would love to be the lucky one on chill. Avenue. Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue. But with the beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night.
Four Horsemen
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.
First Night Back In London
The mini cab. The driver is black. This time of night. You better sit in the back. . Got a few smokes. Under your hat. The cops are lookin' out. For the petrol on the black.
Every Little Bit Hurts
Every little bit hurts. Every little bit hurts. Every night I cry. Every night I sigh. Every night I wonder why. You treat me cold. Get I can't let you go.
Fingerpoppin'
This here finger of mine. Is gonna point to the beat, right on time. This finger points in a brand new dance. This finger points for a new romance. . This here finger's got no ring.
English Civil War
(traditional; arranged by strummer/jones). . When johnny comes. Marching home again. He's coming by bus or underground. A woman's eye will shed a tear.
Dirty Punk
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.
Dictator
Yes, I am the dictator. The more guns I got, the better. Yes, I am the liquidator. I carry that old biretta. . You know there once was freedom. And you know how dangerous that can be.
Deny
Deny, you're such a liar. Won't know the truth it hit you in the eye. Deny, you're such a liar. Selling you no no all the time. . And you said we were going out to the hundred club.
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 and hate" tattooed across the knuckles of his hands.
Corner Soul
Is the music of grove skin rock. Soaked in the diesel of war boys war?. Blood, black gold and the face of a judge. Is the music calling for a river of blood?.
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.
Cool Under Heat
Rebels on the corner. Rebels to the core. Got a million dollar question. What is livin' for?. . Hey! man can scratch a livin'. In a fat man's city class.
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