The Clash - Dirty Punk

Gonna be a dirty punk
Gonna crowd your neighbourhood
To the sound of rebel funk
Turn it up loud, like it should

I could hear your mama scream
She's gonna waste herself away
When your daddy smashed that TV screen
I understood what he had to say

I'm going to get me a big, big, big, big, big car
Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive, I'm gonna drive so far
Up your boulevard, up your boulevard
So far, up your boulevard

Gonna be a dirty punk
While my brother dresses clean
He used to be the local hunk
The girls all ride in my machine

How about the time I made them drunk
And they insult my brotherhood
I shout: "I am a dirty punk
Gonna rock your neighbourhood!"

Gonna to get a big, big, big, big, big car
Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive, drive so far
Up your boulevard, up your boulevard
So far, up your boulevard

Gonna to get a big, big, big - go faster!
Then I'm gonna go, this ghetto blaster
Up your boulevard, up your boulevard
Go so far, up your boulevard

Gonna drive my a big, big, big, big, big car
Gonna drive, drive, drive, drive so far
Up your backyard, down the boulevard
So far, down the boulevard

The Clash - North And South

And so we say
We ain't got life
Don't want a cardboard cut-out
Don't want a plastic knife

Now I know, time can march
With it's chargin' feet
Now I know, words are only cheap
It's gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The South is up
But the North is down

There's gonna be a killin'
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand

And so we say
Have you no use
For eight million hands
And the power of youth

Now I know, time can march
With it's chargin' feet
Now I know, words are only cheap
It's gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The South is up
But the North is down

There's gonna be a killin'
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand

It's gonna be a burn out!

And so we say
We ain't diggin' no graves
We're diggin' a foundation
For a future to be made

Now I know, time can march
With it's chargin' feet
Now I know, words are only cheap
It's gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The South is up
But the North is down

There's gonna be a killin'
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand

It's gonna be a burn out!

The Clash - 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
The teacher is survival
But soon the present will be the past

So!
Be cool under heat
Be cool under heat
Be cool on the street
Be cool under heat

When you're rockin' down
On a cold hard night
Pitiless eyes of the cityless souls
Narrow in the lights

Sorrow upon sorrow
Go ganging up in your head
You can leave it till tomorrow
If you can balance on the edge

Hey!
Be cool under heat
Be cool under heat
Be cool on the street
Be cool under heat

When the baby and you got to fight
Go cool your love in the rain
When the match refuses to strike
Show that you really are in pain

I'm giving you a warning
Gonna burn those blue suede shoes
Swagger in the mornin'
Prints up front page news

Be cool under heat
Be cool under heat
Be cool on the street
Be cool under heat

The Clash - We Are The Clash

Punk rockers, hip-hoppers
Brit poppers, show stoppers
Beboppers, hair droppers
Are you ready to sing?

Right wing, left wing
I want something
Easy to say
Bout what do you think

We ain't gonna be treated like trash
We got one thing
We are the Clash
What?
We are the Clash
It's like a patch
You can strike that match

With my guitar now
The Cuban's last dance
I see them where they beatin' from
And the injuries stay

Beating on a drum
Did they tell them 'take it in'
Got the nervous sort of feelin'
Where the fat boy blew

We ain't gonna be treated like trash
We got one thing
We are the Clash
That's right
We are the Clash
It's like a patch
You can strike that match

Home fires burnin'
In motorcycle city
The rockin' gods will choose
If I'm worthy to live (rock rock clash city rockers)
The first to next engine
In jail at forty-six
And there's no more between ya..
To imitate respect

We ain't gonna be treated like trash
We got one thing
We are the Clash
Don't take no shit
We are the Clash
Do ya hear me?
It's like a patch
You can strike that match

The Clash - Three Card Trick

Patriots of the wasteland
Tortured 200 years
Dragging my spirit back
Deep into the dungeon again

"Oh, bring back crucifixion!"
Cry the moral Death's Head Legion
Using steel nails
Manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You won't fall for that!
Law and order is a baton in the ribs
You won't fall for that
Just like your mommy and your daddy did

Blood inside a fountain pen
Wrote you out of life again
And who knows any better than to
Kick and scratch under English weather

From a chain gang to the mill
The mill that sits on the top of the hill
Fog drowned towns are gonna have to fade
The wrong side of the scissor blade

You won't fall for that!
Law and order is a baton in the ribs
You won't fall for that
Just like your mommy and your daddy did

I'll eat my hat
Oh, I'm gonna be sick
They own the pack
We play the three card trick

Patriots of the wasteland
Tortured 200 years
Dragging my spirit back
Deep into the dungeon again

"Oh, bring back crucifixion!"
Cry the moral Death's Head Legion
Using steel nails
Manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You won't fall for that!
Law and order is a baton in the ribs
You won't fall for that
Just like your mommy and your daddy did

I'll eat the hat
I'm gonna be sick
They own the pack
We try to play the three card trick

Run, run, run, run, run, don't you know?
Where is the place where you hid the ace?
Oh, don't you know that's all we've got to deceive?
They're gonna fall for your three card trick

The Clash - This is England

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

This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England
This is how we feel

Time on his hands freezing in those clothes
He won't go for the carrot
They beat him by the pole
Some sunny day confronted by his soul
He's out at sea, too far off, he can't go home

This is England
What we're supposed to die for
This is England
And we're never gonna cry no more

Black shadow of the Vincent
Falls on a Triumph line
I got my motorcycle jacket
But I'm walking all the time
South Atlantic wind blows
Ice from a dying creed
I see no glory
When will we be free

This is England
We can chain you to the rail
This is England
We can kill you in a jail

Those British boots go kick Bengali in the head
Police sit watchin'
The newspapers been read
Who cares to protest
After the air attack by flare
Out came the batons and
The British warned themselves

This is England
The land of illegal dances
This is England
Land of a thousand stances
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England
This is how we feel
This is England
This is England