Cut The Crap

(strummer/rhodes)

Patriots of the wasteland torching two
Hundred years
Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again
Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion
Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in asia

You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did

Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again
& who knows any better than to kick and scratch under english weather
>from a chain gang to the mill. the mill that sits on top of the hill
The fog drowned towns arr gonna have to fade
The wrong side of the a scissor blade

You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did
I'll eat my hat i'm gonna be sick
They own the pack while we play the three card trick

Dont you remember the place
Where we hid the ace?
Yeah not thick but slick
Now we all gotta play the three card trick

(strummer/rhodes)

Yes i am the dictator the more guns i got the better
Yes i am the liquidator i carry the old beretta
You know there once was freedom
You know how dangerous that can be
The people used to dance & sing
& they used to run wild in the streets
But now i am the voice
Howling from your radio
From my armour plated cadillac
You'll hear what i say goes

Yes i am the dictator i satisfy the u.s. team
I always do my killing in the woods & keep the city gutters clean
Cos i need a few more dollars
For my fighter pilot to be free
To dive bomb on the population
If they go running wild in the streets
Yes i am that voice...etc

Yes i am the crusador i spent twenty years in exile
But now i am the invader & i'm never never gonna die
Yes i am the dictator my name is on your ballot sheet
But until my box has your cross you know the form is incomplete
And you know........etc

(strummer/rhodes)

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

Right wing, left wing
I want something
To see me through (???)
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
(???) last dance
I see them where they (???)
How they usually stay

Beating on a drum
Did they tell them 'take it in'
Got the (???)
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
The first (???) engine
(???) forty-six
And there's no more (???)
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

(strummer/rhodes)

Spoken

Voice: hey (???) piranah
Joe: yup and the piranah got it
V: yeah, well if it's hooligan you want
J: we british will tear upon the street
V: (???)
J: i see you've lived in germany.
V: yankee (???)
J: (???)
V: (???)

Sung
I long for the prairie
Of the wild frontier
We got to take it to the space age
(???) back at pioneers

V:i thought i'd call a taxi
J: well what you got is a police car
V: are you gonna (???) cleanin'?
J: (???) use a burglar
V: (???)
J: i'll say to give you a kiss
V: no (???)
J: come on lets go out get smashed

I long for the prairie
Of the wild frontier
We got to take it to the space age
(???) back at pioneers

V: what kind of food for the picnic
J: hey don't worry about our (???)
V: (???) obviously then
J: well everyday seems the same
V: no. i don't want (???)
J: look at you. turn your plastic into gold.
V: (???)
J: just get your face in a centerfold
V: 2,3,4

I long for the prairie
Of the wild frontier
We got to take it to the space age
(???) back at pioneers

(strummer/rhodes)

This here finger of mine
Is gonna point to the beat, right on time
This finger points in a brand new dance
This finger points for a new romance

This here finger's got no ring
It'll point at anything
This finger points gonna pop tonight
Gonna point at the best girl in sight

Don't talk shop
Fingerpop
Don't talk shop
Fingerpop

Girls, girls round the floor
Are you wondering what you came for
Why do these boys stand in groups
Are they urban tribes of fighting troops

Girls, girls it's time to act
Time to beat gonna make contact
Make it plain and make it clear
Just point out who you want to hear

Don't talk shop
Round the house
Fingerpop

Dont' talk shop
(???)
Man or mouse

Don't talk shop
Fingerpop
Don't talk shop
Fingerpop

Boys, boys cat got your tongue
Can't you see she's the prettiest one
Better act real hurt
Just turn around kickin' the dirt

This here (???) is on selling street
Tell the girl who you want to meet
This here finger gonna point tonight
Gonna point at the best girl in sight

Gonna move
Gonna move
Gonna move
Gonna move

Girls, girls go around the floor
Can't remember what you came here for

Don't talk shop
Fingerpop
Don't talk shop
Fingerpop

This here finger of mine
Gonna point to the beat, right on time
This finger points in a brand new dance
This finger points for a new romance

This here finger's got no ring
And it gets to point at anything
This finger points rock tonight
Gonna point at the best girl in sight

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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

The british boots go kick them
Got 'em in the head
Police ain't watchin'
The newspapers been read
Who cares to protest
A (???) in the eye like a flare
Out came the batons and
The british warned themselves

This is england
The land of (il)legal 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