Super Black Market Clash

(strummer/jones)

Yes, it's time for the dr. goebbels
Show!

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

A long time ago there were pirates
Beaming waves from the sea
But now all the stations are silenced
'cos they ain't got a government license

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
Get the word from aiden day
He picks all the hits to play
To keep you in your place all day

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

(strummer/jones)

In 1977 i hope i go to heaven
Cos i been too long on the dole
And i can't work at all

Danger stranger
You better paint your face
No elvis, beatles, or the rolling stones
In 1977

In 1977
Knives in west 11
Lent so lucky to be rich
Sten guns in knightsbridge

Danger stranger
You better paint your face
No elvis, beatles or the rolling stones
In 1977

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 'cos 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

(strummer/jones)

I would love to be the lucky one on chill
Avenue
Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue
But with the beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night
I'm looking back for home and i can see the lights

I should be jumpin' shoutin' that i made it all this way
From camden town station to 44th and 8th
Not many make it this far and many say we're great
But just like them we walk on an' we can't escape our fate
Can't you hear the sighing
Eastside jimmy and southside sue
Both say they needed something new

So i'm standing at the gates of the west
I burn money at the lights of the sign
The city casts a shadow of the perfect crime
I'm standing at the gates of the east
I take my pulse and the pulse of my friend
The city casts a shadow, will i see you again?

The immigrants an' remnants of all the glory years
Are clustered around the bar again for another round of beers
Little richard's in the kitchen playing spoons and plates
He's telling the waitress he's great

Ah say i know somewhere back'n'forth in time
Out on the dustbowls, deep in the roulette mine
Or in a ghetto cellar only yesterday
There's a move into the future for the usa.

I hear them crying
Eastside jimmy and southside sue
Both said they needed something new

Standing at the gates of the west
In the shadow again
I'm standing at the gates of the west
In the shadow again

(strummer/jones)

The prisoner meets the muppet hi-fi
North of watford junction
We get in but we don't have fun
An' we leave before the truncheons
So it's back to watch the day to day
Saga of working people
Hanging out the washing and clipping coupons
And generally being decent

Johnny too bad meets johnny be good
In the charing cross road
That's the only thing that happened today
Says the west end jungle code
And all the germans and all the french
Jam themselves down the tube
And re-enact the second world war
While the rude boys get rude!

And i look to my left
And i look to my right
And i'm looking for a man
I'm looking for a sign
I don't wanna be the prisoner

The prisoner lives in camden town
Selling revolution
The prisoner loads his tracking arm up
With self-disillusion
Your mother does the washing up
Your old man digs the garden
You're only free to dodge the cops
An' bunk the train to stardom

(strummer/jones)

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

(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

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)

This is the city of the dead
As we lie side by side in bed
I'd do something else instead
But it is the city of the dead

We went out kickin' around
But you got drunk an' fallen down
An' i wished i could be like you
With the soho river drinking me down

In the city of the dead
Fall in love an' fall in bed
It wasn't anything you said
Except i know we both lie dead

Don't you know where to cop
That's what new york johnny said * * * *
You should get to know your town
Just like i know mine

While all the windows stare ahead
An' the streets are filled with dread
Every nation in the world
Slinks through the alley after girls

What we wear is dangerous gear
It'll get you picked on anywhere
Though we get beat up we don't care
At least it livens up the air

But somedays we hide inside
All courage gone and paralysed
Sniff that wind of ugly tension
Today the jerks have got aggression

It is the city of the dead

*johnny thunders

Gonna scrape the trouble off my boots!

As they were dancing in the evening
And the light shone through the trees
This girl my eye was following
Asked the band to play her a beat

Singin' she'd do that long time jerk
She hit me where it hurts
Ohhh your heart
Now my heart will burst
Oh no

Ah, but it took me back to that wonderland
I witnessed long ago
Babbling words of preachers
Sayin'- "don't bury me no more"

Ohh...

And i've forgotten how to worry
And i don't know how to run
Against the odds i realize
This struggle could be won!

We dance

Long time jerk
She did it to me first
Ohhh my heart
With that long time jerk

Ah! say..... do that long time jerk.

Bring on those tapes from the past
They make you look better in a mirror
Feel that long time jerkin'
Between the taker and the giver

Feel that...

Long time jerk
She hit me where it hurts
Oh i felt my heart
Now my heart will burst

I've forgotten how to worry
And i don't know how to run
Against the odds i realize
This struggle could be fun!

Oh, through lanes and streets and houses
And reversing rush of time
She made me re-invent the world
Before inventing time
(before inventing time)

Long time jerk
Oh, she hit me where it hurts
Ohhhhh my heart
Long time jerk

Long, long, long, long, long
Long time
Long time jerk

Don't you ever stop
Long enough to start
Take your car out of that gear

Don't you ever stop
Long enough to start
Get your car out of that gear