Broadway Lyrics - The Clash

"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... 

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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 

Photos 

But everywhere I looked all over the city 

They're runnin' in an out of the bars 

Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars 

Y'see I always 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 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