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The Clash lyrics
Album: Combat Rock [1982]
| Know Your Rights | |
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This is a public service announcement
With guitar
Know your rights
All three of them
Number one
You have the right not to be killed
Murder is a crime
Unless it was done
By a policeman
Or an aristocrat
Know your rights
And number two
You have the right to food money
Providing of course
You dont mind a little
Investigation humiliation
And if you cross your fingers
Rehabilitation
Know your rights
These are your rights
Know these rights
Number three
You have the riught to free speeche
As long as your not dumb enough to actually try it
Know your rights
These are your right
Know your rights
These are your rights
All three of them
And it has been suggested
That this is not enough
Well......
Get off the streets
Get off the streets
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| Car Jamming | |
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(the clash)
Tonight they�re closing up the world
N� sweeping smoke from cigarettes
And what is that funk multi-national
Anthem rocking from a thousand
King kong cassette decks
Then a shyboy from missouri
Boots blown off in a �60s war
Riding aluminium crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness n�
Agent orange color blindness
As we works from door to door
The violence in the carpets
The mirror of his wife
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife
In homesteads of cigar box-radios
Hive like bees
The body in the ice
Box has no date for freeeeeze
Chorus
In a car jam
Selling is what selling sells
But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell
The hells
Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing acne
Once inisde the executive
He never leaves his home
Gorillas drag their victiims
Hyenas try to sue
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo by
Ventilation units where towers
Meet the streets
The ragged stand in bags
Soaking heat up through their feet
This was the donly kindness
And it was accidental too
Chorus
Now shaking single engined planes
Traffik-king stereos from cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass
And drowned out missa luba
And drowned out missa luba
I thought I saw lauren bacall
I thought I saw lauren bacall
I swear
Hey fellas
Lauren bacall
In a car jam
Yeah I don�t believe it
In a car jam
Ah yeah positively absolutely
Chorus
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| Should I Stay or Should I Go | |
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darling, you gotta let me know,
should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine,
I'll be there till the end of time.
So you gotta let me know,
Should I stay or should I go?
I'll always tease,tease,tease.
you're happy when I'm on my knees.
one day is fine and the next is black.
so if you want me off your back.
well, come on and let me know,
should I stay or should I go?
Should I stay or should i go now?
Should I stay or should i go now?
if I go there will be trouble
and if I stay it will be double,
so come on and let me know.
( )= backround spanish part
The indecisions bugging me.
(esta un decision me molesta)
if you don't want me set me free.
(Si no quieres librame)
Exactly who I'm supposed to be.
(Diga me que tengo ser)
Don't you know which clothes even fits me?
(saves que robas me querida)
Come on and let me know,
(Me tienes que decir)
Should I cool it or should I blow?
(Me debo ir o quedarme)
The Singer and Guitarist go
Ahoooooooooooooooggggghooooooo.
Split
Should I stay or should I go now?
(�Yo me fr�o o lo soplo?)
Should I stay or should I go now?
(�Yo me fr�o o lo soplo?)
If I go there will be trouble
(Si me voy - va a 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 cool it or should I blow?
(�Me debo ir o quedarme?)
Should I stay or should I go?
�Yo me fr�o o lo soplo?
If I go it will be trouble
(Si me voy - va a 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?
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| Rock the Casbah | |
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Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a' cruisnin' down the ville
The muezzin was a' standing
On the radiator grille
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef 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 shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
Now over at the temple
Oh! They really pack 'em in
The in crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way
As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare
As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef 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
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| Ghetto Defendant | |
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Title: Ghetto Defendant
[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
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