: (Eddy Grant) Well I'm running police on my back I've been hiding police on my back There was a shooting police on my back And the victim well he
What have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence!! Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi Went to the park to check on the game But they was murdered by the other team Who went on
: (The Clash) It's up to you not to heed the call-up 'N' you must not act the way you were brought up Who knows the reasons why you have grown up? Who
: (The Clash) Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen
hustle to make a roll Honey girl on her feet I wish everything to make her sweet Strike! Twice! OK so roll! From Harlem! Strike one! Harlem slum to penthouse block On
: (Strummer/Jones) I SEARCHED THROUGH THE DRINKERS EACH PROPPED OVER HIS GLASS I RAN THROUGH EACH BAR UNTIL I FOUND GUY AT LAST GUY YOU'VE BEEN TO THE
never phone Leave me all alone My love is strong for you I do long for you I can't take this loneliness You're giving me Can't go on Giving my life away
: (The Clash) BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING THAT REACTIVE SPARK EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN OR DOWN IN THE
: (The Clash) Someone lights a cigarette While riding in a car Some ol' guy takes a swig And passes back the jar But where they were last night No-one
take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the filth. Now I see clearly. Personally I know the alley Where Jack feeds on the birds of night Not even bubbies on
: (The Clash) CLASH LYRICS / ALLEN GINSBERG LYRICS / DO THE WORM ON THE ACCROPOLIS / SLAMDANCE THE COSMOPOLIS / ENLIGHTEN THE POPULACE HUNGRY DARKNESS
: (The Clash) 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
: (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
: (The Clash) When I was waiting for your phonecall The one that never came Like a man about to burst I was dying of thirst Though I will never fade
: (The Clash) If you can play on the fiddle How's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel
: (The Clash) Atom secrets, secret leaflet Have the boys found the leak yet? The molehill sets the wheel in motion His downfall picks up locomotion
: (The Clash) Darling you gotta let me know Should I stay or should I go? If you say that you are mine I'll be here 'til the end of time So you got
RADIO CLASH USING AURAL AMMUNITION THIS IS RADIO CLASH CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN? THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE ORBITING YOUR LIVING