Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years. Dragging my spirit back deep into the dungeon again. Bring back crucification, cry the moral death's head legion.
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.
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.
When I was waiting for your phonecall. The one that never came. Like a man about to burst. I was dying of thirst. . Though I will never fade. Or get lost in this daze.
As the floods of God. Wash away thin air. They say it was written. In the page of the Lord. But I was looking. For that great jazz note. That destroyed.
{ (Say, say). Say, where did I see this guy?. (Say, say, say, say). In Red River?. Or a place in the sun?. Maybe a misfit. From here to eternity}. . Everybody say, "Is he all right?".
The magnificent seven. Ring! Ring! It's 7 A.M.!. Move y'self to go again. Cold water in the face. Brings you back to this awful place. Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too.
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.
Don't you ever stop. Long enough to start. Take your car out of that gear. . Don't you ever stop. Long enough to start. Get your car out of that gear.
Atom secrets, secret leaflet. Have the boys found the leak yet?. The molehill sets the wheel in motion. His downfall picks up locomotion. . You gotta give the people.
No! Gangboss no!. We don't want the whip!. As you get weaker. . We don't want no gangboss. We want to equalize. We gang, we want to equalize till. . No! Gangboss no!.
Start the car lets make a midnight run. Across the river to South London. To dance to the latest hi-fi sound. Of bass, guitar and drum. Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off.
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There's a solitary man crying, hold me. It's only because he's lonely. And 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.
Sometimes I feel I've got to. Run away I've got to. Get away. From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share. Seems to go nowhere. And I've lost my light.
It's up to you, not to heed the call up. And 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?.
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.
(strummer/jones). . We met when we were in school. Never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools. The teacher says we're dumb. We're only having fun.
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!.
Spanish songs in Andalucía. 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.