Clash On Broadway

(strummer/jones)

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 night

(strummer/jones)

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

(vince taylor)

Driiiiiiiive!!!
Driiiiiiiive!!!

My baby drove up in a brand new cadillac
Yes she did!
My baby drove up in a brand new cadillac
She said, "hey, come here, daddy!"
"i ain't never comin' back!"

Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea?
C'mon, sugar, just come on back to me
She said, "balls to you, big daddy."
She ain't never coming back!

Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea?
Oh c'mon, just hear my plea
She said, "balls to you, daddy."
She ain't coming back to me

Baby, baby drove up in a cadillac
I said, "jesus christ! where'd you get that cadillac?"
She said, "balls to you, daddy."
She ain't never coming back!

(w. williams/j. mitoo)

Stay around don't play around
This old town and all
Seems like i got to travel on

A lot of people won't get no supper tonight
A lot of people won't get no justice tonight
The battle is gettin hotter
In this iration, armagideon time

A lot of people runnin and a hiding tonight
A lot of people won't get no justice tonight
Remember to kick it over
No one will guide you - armagideon time

Ad lib vocals

The panorama of the city is wrong
In fact the city seems to be gone!
Burning rubber and smoke in my eyes
There's a flat burning junkheap
For twenty square miles!
They took it into the nuclear mine
Judging by this, they left nothing behind
Down in the bunkers in the crust of the earth
Now crouch the wealthy and the noble of birth

If i could a ride a train around the city
That holds this as our fate
I'd hide from electro-circuit central
To the shock inducer gate
Not forgetting the by-pass
Across the washington hooks
Through the phones and desks and screens
Of the kremlin's crook of crooks

There's some panel in a circuit board
Destination of the override
Scanning the wild wind
Blowing through the berlin corridor
Spotlit in a palace, shielded from dust
Malfunction or not, the failsafe is the crux
So far away from us,
Shaking with the mystery tears
One lonely night in ladbroke grove
Far away in the deserts of omaha!
They got it nailed down-swiss tight!
The bank notes of europe
The emperors and kings
Curl in the autumn as the burning of leaves
And i've cleaned my black guitar...

(strummer/jones)

Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the
World
And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand

How death or glory becomes just another story
How death or glory becomes just another story
'n' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll
Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold
But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research
That he who fucks nun will later join the church

From every dingy basement on every dingy street
I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on
If you been trying for years-then we already heard your song

(strummer/jones)

Deny
You're such a liar
You won't know the truth if it hits you in the eye
Deny
You're such a liar
You're selling your no-no all the time

An' you said we were going out
To the 100 club
Then you said it ain't my scene
But then you turned up alone
Then you turned up alone

Then you said you'd given it up
Gone an' kicked it in the head
You said you ain't had none for weeks
But baby i seen your arms
Baby i seen your arms

Do you think i'm a raving idiot?
Just got off the boat
Step in line, sign this form - you ain't got a hope
Baby ain't got a hope - you ain't got a hope

What a liar - deny
What a liar

(strummer/jones)

What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a jew?
'cause they're working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we're working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers

The judge said five to ten-but i say double that again
I'm not working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know that you can use it?

The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'
It's the best years of your life they want to steal

You grow up and you calm down
You're working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown
You're working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now

In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown
But ha! gitalong! gitalong!

And i've given away no secrets
Who's barmy now?

(strummer/jones)

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 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

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 can remember
Somebody got murdered
Goodbye, for keeps, forever

Somebody got murdered
Somebody's dead forever

And you're minding your own business
Carrying spare change
You wouldn't cosh a barber
You're hungry all the same
I been very tempted
To grab it from the till
I been very hungry
But not enough to kill

Somebody got murdered
His name cannot be found
A small stain on the pavement
They'll scrub it off the ground
As the daily crown disperses
No-one says that much
Somebody got murdered
And it' left me with a touch

Somebody got murdered
Somebody's dead forever
Sounds like murder!
Those shouts!
Are they drunk down below?

It's late, and my watch stopped
Some time ago
Sounds like murder!
Those screams!
Are they drunk down below?

(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 wont come back

What have i done?

I been running monday tuesday wednesday
Thursday friday saturday sunday runnin
Monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday
Saturday sunday

Yes, i'm running down the railway track
Could you help me? police on my back
They will catch me if i dare drop back
Wont you give me all the speed i lack

(strummer/jones)

Friday or saturday, what does that mean
Short space of time needs a heavy scene
Monday is coming like a jail on wheels

48 hours needs 48
48 hours needs 48
48 hours needs 48
Thrills
48 thrills

So tell me an' i'll take the tube
You know a girl, yeah well she's bound to be rude
Can't get nothing at the places i've been

I've combed this town from top to bottom
I try to get around but my legs are broken
Every time i miss it 'cos i ain't got a ticket

48 hours needs 48 thrills
Kicking for kicks

(frederick toots' hibbert)

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

Atom secrets, secret leaflet
Have the boys found the leak yet?
The molehill sets the wheel in motion
His downfall picks up locomotion

The people must have something good to read on a sunday

The leader's wife takes a government car
In the dark to meet her minister
But the leader never leaves his door ajar
As he swings his whip from the boer war

He wore a leather mask for his dinner guests
Totally nude and with deep respect
Proposed a toast to the votes he gets
The feeling of power and the thought of sex!

Now the girl let the fat man touch her
Vodka fumes and the feel of a vulture
The driver waited in the embassy car
The fat man's trap was set for capture
So the girl let the thin man touch her
Mixing questions, drunken laughter
The ministry car was waiting there
A minister knows his own affair

The people must have something good to read on a sunday

(strummer/jones)

He's in love with rock'n'roll woaahh
He's in love with gettin' stoned woaahh
He's in love with janie jones
But he don't like his boring job, no...

An' he knows what he's got to do
So he knows he's gonna have fun with you
You lucky lady!
An' he knows when the evening comes
When his job is done he'll be over in his car for you

An' in the in-tray lots of work
But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks
But he's just like everyone, he's got a ford cortina
That just won't run without fuel
Fill her up, jacko!

An' the invoice it don't quite fit,
There's no payola in his alphabetical file
This time he's gonna really tell the boss
Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels
It's pretty bad!

Let them know - how you feel

(strummer/jones)

We met when we were in school
Never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools
The teacher says we're dumb
We're only having fun
We piss on everyone
In the classroom

When we got thrown out i left without much fuss
An' weekends we'd go dancing
Down streatham on the bus
You always made me laugh

Got me in bad fights
Play me pool all night
Smokin' menthol

I practised daily in my room
You were down the crown planning your next move
Go on a nicking spree
Hit the wrong guy
Each of you get three
Years in brixton

I did my very best to write
How was butlins?
Were the screws too tight?
When you lot get out
Were gonna hit the town
We'll burn it fuckin' down
To a cinder

Cos years have passed and things have changed
And i move anyway i wanna go
I'll never forget the feeling i got
When i heard that you'd got home
An' i'll never forget the smile on my face
'cos i knew where you would be
An' if you're in the crown tonight
Have a drink on me
But go easy...step lightly...stay free

(paul simonon)

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like ivan
Born under the brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the black maria
Goodbye to the brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of brixton

I come from a long way away
And i know a fine thing when i see it.
See it
For the same reason no one ever
Pointed a telescope at the sun
Talking about the red angels of new york city

Chorus
Who shot the shot?
Who got shot tonite?

Not even five enforcement agencies can save their own.
Never mind the people
Tonite it's raining on the angels of the city
Did anyone prophesize these people?

Only travis
Come in travis
One of these days i'm gonna get myself organized.

All the animals come out at night.
Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick venal.
Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets.

Thank god for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk. listen you screwheads:
Here is a man who would not 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 bicycles 2x2
Can stop the blood and feathers flying

Waring overalls and for once and for all
What is the dream?
I'll tell it
To live like they do in the movies
San juan you listening?

Yeah i bet you are
Hands up for hollywood
Hooray
I hear you
Snappy on the air
Hang in their
Wall to wall
You saved the worled
What else? you saved the girl
Chmpagne on ice
No stranger to alcatraz
To boot
Or strip it down
Chop it a little
Being reasonable
Just freedom to move
To live
For women to take a walk in the park at midnite
Hey, but this is serious
She can't even get back home

I come from a long way off
And i know a lifegiver over a lifetaker
For the same reason no-one ever pointed
A gun at a policeman
Talking about the red angels of new york city
Yeah

(strummer/jones/headon/simonon)

Interrupting all programmes



This is radio clash from pirate satellite

Orbiting your living room,
Cashing in the bill of rights
Cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights
This is radio clash on pirate satellite

This sound does not subscribe
To the international plan
In the psycho shadow of the white right hand
Then that see ghettology as an urban viet nam
Giving deadly exhibitions of murder by napalm

This is radio clash tearing up the seven veils
This is radio clash please save us, not the whales
This is radio clash underneath a mushroom cloud
This is radio clash
You don't need that funeral shroud

Forces have been looting
My humanity
Curfews have been curbing
The end of liberty

Hands of law have sorted through
My identity
But now this sound is brave
And wants to be free - anyway to be free

This is radio clash on pirate satellite
This is not free europe
Noh an armed force network
This is radio clash using audio ammunition
This is radio clash can we get that world to listen?
This is 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 room,
Cashing in the bill of rights
This is radio clash on pirate satellite
This is radio clash everybody hold on tight

A-riggy diggy dig dang dang

Go back to urban 'nam

(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 knows the plans or why they were drawn up?

It's up to you not to heed the call-up
I don't wanna die!
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
I don't wanna kill!

For he who will die
Is he who will kill

Maybe i wanna see the wheatfields
Over kiev and down to the sea

All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city fathers used to watch them
Tears in their eyes

There is a rose that i want to live for
Although, god knows, i may not have met her
There is a dance an' i should be with her
There is a town - unlike any other

It's up to you not to hear the call-up
'n' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who give you work an' why should you do it?
At fifty five minutes past eleven
There is a rose...
Yeah!

Now lightning strikes in old
New york
It may be dark but i wanna talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things i got to know
If this is spring than it's time to sing
Never mind the l'il birdies wing
Look out, look out, old new york
New york's coming an' new york talks
Hey! strike! not once...
Strike! but twice!

Get out your money - peel a slab
Roll some notes an' hail a cab
Drive in church drive in back
Drive down seventh in a tank
Take in the sights, feel the breeze
See new york's one and only tree
It can be found in garbage park
But don't inspect it after dark
Strike! new york! lightning!
Not once but twice.

Accidental hike in the transit strike
Roller skate or ride a bike
Three to a car, brooklyn bridge
You won't get far if you're privileged
Graffiti jack sprays in black
An englishman can he read it back?
Deli joe he ought to know
He runs the gang on pastrami row
Strike! lightning strike!

Because glass to glass, street to street
Buildings touch st. peter's feet
From car to bar, prez to shah
Everything is in the jar
The 4 winds blow cos the 4 winds know
Takes a special 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 every door i already knocked
There wasn't anybody that i didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got seeds
Cheaper than booze down in the bowery
Lightning strike! old new york!
Everything's light! strike!

Hey ho such a night
I'll see y'all when the lightning strike
A polaroid caught in the act
You're married too and that's a fact
But i won't peek and i won't squeek
Down by the trucks on christopher street
It's cuban day - oi vey
Chinese new year let's call it a day
Tootsie! hey chi man!
That melody is puerto rican
Hey chi man is what he's speaking
An' there's the road down into london town
Where many cars get broken down
It's the westway from ladbroke grove
Runs down to old hounslow
Just thought i'd mention the new extention
That run's down the 59th street intersection
Did you hear the news y'all?
London town on the broadway!

(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 name

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 to let know
Should i stay or should i go?

Always tease tease tease
Siempre - coqetiando y enganyando
You're happy when i'm on my knees
Me arrodilla y estas feliz
One day is fine, next is black
Un dias bien el otro negro
So if you want me off your back
Al rededar en tu espalda
Well come on and let me know
Me tienes que desir
Should i stay or should i go?
Me debo ir o que darme

Should i stay or should i go now?
Should i stay or should i go now?
If i go there will be trouble
An' if i stay it will be double
So come on and let me know

This indecision's bugging me
Esta undecision me molesta
If you don't want me, set me free
Si no me quieres, librame
Exactly who'm i'm supposed to be
Diga me que tengo ser
Don't you know which clothes even fit me?

(strummer/jones)

The high street shops are boarded up
An' the terrace it is fenced in
See-through shields are walled across
The way that you came in
But there's no need to get excited

As the lorries bring the bacon in
'cos the housewives are all singing
Groovy times are here again

They discovered one black saturday
That mobs don't march they run
So you can excuse the nervous triggerman
Just this once for jumping the gun
As they were picking up the dead
Out of the broken glass
Yes it's number one, the radio said
Groovy times have come to pass!

Groovy times groovy times groovy times

The intake is on the uptake
The acceleration's pretty grim
I can remember his first appearance
Now look what's happened to him
So they put him in a dog suit
Like from 1964
The king of early evening tv
Groovy times forever more

Groovy times

(traditional; arranged by strummer/jones)

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
An' it was 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
An' 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 an' the kids are shouting loud
But you gotta know it's shining through a crack in the cloud
And the shadows keep falling when johnny comes marching home

Clash lyrics

/ 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

(strummer/jones)

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 rockers

(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 to testify
Born in a depression
Born out of good luck
Born into misery
- in the back of a truck..

I'm telling you this mister
Don't be put off by looks
I been in the ring and i took those right hooks

Oh the loneliness
Used to knock me out - harder than the rest

And i've worked for breakfast
'n i ain't had no lunch
I been on delivery and received every punch

Suddenly i noticed that it weren't quite the same
Feel different one morning maybe it was the rain

But everywhere i looked all over the city
They're runnin' in an out of the bars
Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars
Y'see i allways wanted one of those cars
Long black 'n shiny an' pull up to the bars
Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button,
Hear it coming in
You can say i can see the light... roll!
Forward! drive! green lights! green lights!
Intersection city coming a running comeback home i run back
Not that strong now
Yes who's there now, can i help you? calling intel station light

Did you put your money in? yes i put it in
It say go, i say go, she say go, so we say go
Cos i can see the light all night tonight this night right now
Coming on forward motion across the ocean
An' up the hills yeh boys let's strike for the hills
While that petrol tank is full
Gimme a push gimme a pull
Gimme a llama gimme a mule
Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse

Down the avenue
So fine
In style

(strummer/jones)

It's lucy in the sky and all kinds of
Apple pie
She giggles at the screen 'cos it looks so green
There's carpets on the pavements
And feathers in her eye
But sooner or later, her new friends will realise
That julie's been working for the drug squad

Well it seemed like a dream, too good to be true
Stash it in the bank while the tablets grow high
In their millions

And everybody's high (hi, man...)
But there's someone looking down
From that mountainside
'cos julie's been working for the drug squad

And it's ten years for you
Nineteen for you
And you can get out in twenty-five
That is if you're still alive

An' then there came the night of the greatest ever raid
They arrested every drug that had ever been made
They took eighty-two laws
Through eighty-two doors
And they didn't halt the pull
Till the cells were all full
'cos julie was working fob the drug squad

They put him in a cell, they said you wait here
You've got the time to count all of your hair
You've got fifteen years
A mighty long time
You could have been a physicist
But now your name is on the mailbag list
Julie's been working for the drug squad

Gumbo!

Say, where did i see this guy?
In red river?
Or a place in the sun?
Maybe the misfits?
Or from here to eternity?

Everybody say, "is he all right?"
And everybody say, "what's he like?"
Everybody say, "he sure look funny."
That's...montgomery clift, honey!

New york, new york, new york, 42nd street
Hustlers rustle and pimps pimp the beat
Monty clift is recognized at dawn
He ain't got no shoes and his clothes are torn

I see a car smashed at night
Cut the applause and dim the light
Monty's face is broken on a wheel
Is he alive? can he still feel?

Nembutol numbs it all
But i prefer alcohol

He said go out and get me my old movie stills
Go out and get me another roll of pills
There i go again shaking, but i ain't got the chills

Arrrghhhgorra buh bhuh do arrrrgggghhhhnnnn!!!!

(strummer/jones)

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 by 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 a lotsa 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!