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The Clash lyrics

Album: The Clash [1979]

Tracks15
 01  Clash City Rockers
 02  I'm So Bored with the U.S.A.
 03  Remote Control
 04  Complete Control
 05  White Riot
 06  (White Man) In Hammersmith Palais
 07  London's Burning
 08  I Fought the Law
 09 Janie Jones
 10 Career Opportunities
 11  What's My Name
 12 Hate & War
 13 Police & Thieves
 14 Jail Guitar Doors
 15  Garageland
all The Clash lyrics



Clash City Rockers
Clash - Clash City Rockers




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

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
Rock rock Clash city rockersback to top
I'm So Bored with the U.S.A.
Clash - 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 USAback to top
Remote Control
Who needs remote control
From the Civic Hall
Push a button
Activate
You gotta work an' you're late

It's so gray in London town
With a panda car crawling around
Here it comes
Eleven o'clock
Where can we go now?

Can't make a noise
Can't get no gear
Can't make no money
Can't get outta here

Big business it don't like you
It don't like the things you do
You got no money
So you got no power
They think you're useless
And so you are punk!

They had a meeting in Mayfair
They got you down an'
They wanna keep you there
It makes them worried
Their bank accounts
That's all that matters
And you don't count

Can't make no progress
Can't get ahead
Can't stop the regress
Don't wanna be dead

Look out' those rules and regulations

Who needs the Parliament
Sitting making laws all day
They're all fat and old
Queuing for the House of Lords

Repression gonna start on Tuesday
Repression gonna be a Dalek
Repression I am a robot
Repression I obeyback to top
Complete Control
Clash - 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 with 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 alot of 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!back to top
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

And everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
And 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?back to top
(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais
clash - White man In Hammersmith Palais


white man not white men...

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 funback to top
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
Everybodys sitting round watching television!

London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999

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 - its so bright
I cant 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

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

Londons burning with boredom now
Londons burning dial 99999

London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999

(last 2 words of song)
LONDON'S BURNINback to top
I Fought the Law
Breakin' rocks in the hot sun
I fought the law and the law won x2
I needed money 'cause I had none
I fought the law and the law won x2

I left my baby and it feels so bad
Guess my race is run
She's the best girl that I ever had
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the

Robbin' people with a six gun
I fought the law and the law won x2
I lost my girl and I lost my fun
I fought the law and the law won x2

I left my baby and it feels so bad
Guess my race is run
She's the best girl that I ever had
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the

I fought the law and the law won x7
I fought the law and theback to top
What's My Name
(Strummer/Jones/Levene)

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 fucking 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 nameback to top
Garageland
Back in the garage with my bullshit 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 known 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 nightback to top
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