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 - The Card Cheat

There's a solitary man crying, hold me
It's only because he's a-lonely
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
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?
It means nothing!

To the opium den and the barroom gin
In the Belmont chair playing violins
The gambler's face cracks into a grin
As he lays down the king of spades

But the dealer just stares
There's something wrong here, he thinks
The gambler is seized and forced to his knees
And shot dead

He only wanted more time
Away from the darkest door
But his luck it gave in
As the dawn light crept in
And he lay on the floor

From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea
With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear
To all of the men who have stood with no fear
In the service of the King

Before you met your fate be sure you
Did not forsake your lover
May not be around anymore

There's a solitary man crying, hold me
It's only because he's a-lonely
If the keeper of time runs slowly
He won't be alive for long!

The Clash - Hate & War

Hate and war - the only things we got today

An' if I close my eyes
They will not go away
You have to deal with it
It is the currency

Hate...hate...hate...

The hate of a nation
A million miles from home
An' get war from the junkies
Who don't like my form

I'm gonna stay in the city
Even when the house fall down
I don't dream of a holiday
When hate an' war come around

Hate and war...

I have the will to survive
I cheat if I can't win
If someone locks me out
I kick my way back in

An' if I get aggression
I give it to them two time back
Every day it's just the same
With hate an' war on my back

Hate and war - I hate all the English
Hate and war - they're just as bad as wops
Hate and war - I hate all the politeness
Hate and war - I hate all the cops

I wanna walk down any street
Looking like a creep
I don't care if I get beat up
By any Kebab Greek

The Clash - All The Young Punks (New Boots And Contracts)

Hanging about
Down the market street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passing yabbos
We did chance to speak

I knew how to sing
Why' know an
They knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine

All the young punks
Laugh your life
'Cause there ain't much to cry for
All the young cunts
Live it now
'Cause there ain't much to die for

Everybody wants to bum
A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out
Got our name in small print on the poster
Of course we got a manger
Though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on yer

You gotta drag yourself to work
Drag yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week

Face front you got the future shining
Like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer
It look more like a lump of coal
But it's better than some factory
Now that's no place to waste your youth
I worked there for a week once
I luckily got the boot

The Clash - 1-2 Crush On You

Standing in a queue in a school canteen
Guys on the corner, they were laughing at me
But I don't mind if they see it all, you know
I gotta come clean, I gotta come clean
Ooh, I got a crush on you

My mind don't need it, but my body do
A little bit of loving and attention from you
Although we're only strangers they don't need to know
I gotta come clean, I gotta come clean
Ooh, I got a crush on you

I wanna get serious right away - one, two, I got a crush on you
What you doin' today or any other day - one, two, I got a crush on you
Just one look and I go insane - one, two, I got a crush on you
It's true!

Your daddy never comes to see you 'cause he lives so far away
But his Italian chauffeur shows up every day But I'll get you in the corner, I'll really let you know
I gotta come clean, I gotta come clean Ooh, I got a crush on you
I wanna get serious straight away - one, two, I got a crush on you
What you doin' today or any other day - one, two, I got a crush on you
Just one look and I go insane - one, two, I got a crush on you
It's true!

One, two, I got a crush on you
One, two, I got a crush on you
One, two, I got a crush on you
I said one, two, I got a crush on you

Why shouldn't I get a crush on you?
Why shouldn't I get a crush on you?

The Clash - Capital Radio

Yes, it's time for The Doctor Goebbels Show!

There's a tower in the heart of London
With a radio station right at the top
But they don't make the city beat
They're making all the action stop

A long time ago there was pirates
Beaming waves from the sea
Now all the stations are silent
'Cause they ain't got a government license

If you wanna tell your problems
Phone in from your bedsit room!
Having trouble with your partner?
Let us all in on the news!

If you wanna hear a record
Well get the word from Aiden Day
He picks all the hits to play
To keep you in your place all day

Capital radio
Capital radio
Capital radio
Capital radio
In tune with nothing
Don't touch that dial

The Clash - Pressure Drop

It is you, oh yeah
It is you, oh yeah

I said a pressure drop,
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
I said pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you

I said when it drops
Oh you gonna feel it
Oh that you were doin' it wrong, wrong, wrong
Now when it drops
Oh you gonna feel it
That you were doin' it wrong and how

I said when it drops
You gonna feel it
That you've been doin' it wrong
Now when it drops, drop
You gonna feel it
That you've been doin' wrong

Now when it drops, drop
Feel it
You make the wrong move
Now when it drops, drop
You gonna feel it
That you've been it doin' wrong

I said, pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
Pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you

Now when it drops on your dirty little head
Where you gonna go?
It's you, you, you
When it drop on, oh you're gonna feel it
What you're doing is wrong, wrong, wrong
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure...
I said a pressure drop

(originally recorded by The Maytals)

The Clash - Hateful

Well, I got a friend who's a man
Who's a man? What man?
The man who keeps me from the lovely

He gives me what I need
What you need? What you got?
I need it all so badly

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
It's hateful
And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere

This year I've lost some friends
Some friends? What friends?
I dunno, I ain't even noticed

You see, I gotta go out again
Again? My friend
I gotta see that mainman

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
It's hateful
And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
It's hateful
And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere

I killed all my nerves
My nerves? What swerves?
And I can't drive so steady
And already

I've lost my memory
My mind? Behind!
I can't see so clearly

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
It's hateful
And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere

The Clash - Jail Guitar Doors

Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine
A little more every day
Holding for a friend till the band do well
Then the D.E.A. locked him away

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame
Gave all his money away
"Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son"
And so they certified him insane

And then there's Keith, waiting for trial
Twenty-five thousand bail
If he goes down you won't hear his sound
But his friends carry on anyway
Fuck 'em!
Jail guitar doors
54/46 was my number
Jail guitar doors
Right now someone else has that number

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 - Lost in the Supermarket

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality

I wasn't born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see

I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
That's how it's been all around me

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality

I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes
I save coupons from packets of tea
I've got my giant hit discoteque album
I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free

The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls
Make me noises for company
Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality

And it's not here
It disappeared
I'm all lost

The Clash - Last Gang In Town

Everybody's looking for last gang in town
You better watch out for they're all comin' around

The sport of today is exciting
The in crowd are into infighting
When some punk sees some rock-olla
It's rock and roll all over
In every street and every station
Kids fight like different nations
And it's brawn against brain
And it's knife against chain
But it's all young blood
Flowing down the drain

The Crops hit the Stiffs
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
They're all looking 'round

For the last gang in town

Meanwhile down in black town
Those old soul rebels are haingin' around
An' when some punk come alooking for sound
Rastaferi goes to ground
The white heart flipped his pocket dipped
'Cos a black sharp knife never slips
And they never say to one antoher
That tomorrow we might kill our brothers

Down from the edge of London
The rockabily rebels came
From another edge of London
Skinhead gangs call out their name
But not the Zydeco kids
From the high rise
Though they can't be recognized
When you hear a cajun fiddle
Then you're nearly in the middle
Of the last gang in town

The Clash - 1977

In 1977

I hope I go to heaven

I too long on the dole

And I can't work at all

Danger stranger

Ya' better paint your face

No Elvis, Beatles, or the Rolling Stones

In 1977

Knives in West 11

Ain't so lucky to be rich

Stun guns in Knightsbridge

In 1977

You're on the never never

You think it can't go on forever

But the papers say it's better

I don't care

'Cause I'm not all there

No Elvis, Beatles, or the Rolling Stones

In 1977 (Sod the jubilee)

In 1978

In 1979 (Stayed in bed)

In 1980

In 1981 (The toilet don't work)

In 1982

In 1983 (Here come the police)

In 1984

The Clash - English Civil War (Johnny Comes Marching Home)

When Johnny comes marching home again
He's coming by bus or underground
A woman's eye will shed a tear to see his face so beaten in fear
It's just around the corner in the English civil war
It was still at the stage of clubs and fists
When that well-known face got beaten to bits
Your face was blue in the light of the screen as we watched the speech of an animal scream
The new party army was marching right over our heads
Alright

There you are, ha, ha, I told you so
Says everybody that we know
But who hid a radio under the stairs and who got caught out on their unawares?
When that new party army came marching right up the stairs
When Johnny comes marching home again
Nobody understands it can happen again
The sun is shining and the kids are shouting loud but you gotta know it's shining through a crack in the cloud
The shadows keep falling when Johnny comes marching home
Alright Johnny, okay Johnny, okay John go home, home, home, home
Guess who's catching a plain when Johnny comes running home

The Clash - Rock The Casbah

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' cruisin' down the ville

The muezzin was a' standing

On the radiator grille

The shareef don't like it

Rock the Casbah

Rock the Casbah

The shareef don't like it

Rock 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

Rock the Casbah

Rock the Casbah

The shareef don't like it

Rock 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

And the temple band took five

The crowd caught a whiff

Of that crazy Casbah jive

The shareef don't like it

Rock the Casbah

Rock the Casbah

The shareef don't like it

Rock 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

Rock the Casbah

Rock the Casbah

The shareef don't like it

Rock the Casbah

Rock the Casbah

He thinks it's not kosher

Fundamentally he can't take it.

You know he really hates it.

The Clash - Police & Thieves

Police and thieves in the streets
Oh yeah!
Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street
Oh yeah!
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition

From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me
From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me

And all the crowd comes in day by day
No one stop it in anyway
And all the peacemaker turn war officer
Hear what I say

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
From Genesis oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah

Scaring, fighting the nation
Shooting, shooting their guns and ammunition

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Here come, here come, here come
The station is bombed
Get out get out get out you people
If you don't wanna get blown up

The Clash - One More Time

Must I get a witness? for all this misery

There's no need to, brothers everybody can see

That its one more time in the ghetto you know

One more time if you please now

One more time to the dying man

They say one more time if you please

The old lady kicks karate

For just a little walk down the street

The little baby he knows kung fu

He tries it on those he meets

'Cause its a one more time!

You don't need no silicone to calculate poverty

Watch when Watts town burns again

The bus goes to Montgomery

'Cause it's a one more time in the ghetto

One more time if you please

One more time for the dying man

One more time to be free

The 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 he USA

The Clash - Lose This Skin

Come with me. I won't hide

We're going on a ride

We meet each day, use time to see

While we're young and almost free

I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in

Got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in

Do not turn or hate to see

All the things you think we've got

Do not turn or hate to see

What happened to the wife of Lot

We're alone or so they say

We're not on our own in that way

When we're alone it's real tough going

We can take a part in someone else's play

Come with me, I thought he said

But that's not him anymore, he's dead

What's it like to be so free

So free it looks like lost to me

The Clash - Charlie Don't Surf

Charlie don't surf and we think he should
Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good
Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma
Charlie's gonna be a napalm star

Everybody wants to rule the world
Must be something we get from birth
One truth is we never learn
Satellites will make space burn

We've been told to keep the strangers out
We don't like them starting to hang around
We don't like them all over town
Across the world we are going to blow them down

Charlie don't surf and we think he should
Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good
Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma
Charlie's gonna be a napalm star

The reign of the super powers must be over
So many armies can't free the earth
Soon the rock will roll over
Africa is choking on their Coca Cola

It's a one a way street in a one horse town
One way people starting to brag around
You can laugh, put them down
These one way people gonna blow us down

Charlie don't surf and we think he should
Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good
Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma
Charlie's gonna be a napalm star

Charlie don't surf he'll never learn
Charlie don't surf though he's got a gun
Charlie don't surf think that he should
Charlie don't surf we really think he should
Charlie don't surf

Charlie don't surf and we think he should
Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good
Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma
Charlie don't surf