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1.Clash City Rockers
2.I'm So Bored With The Usa
3.Remote Control
4.Complete Control
5.White Riot
6.White Man In Hammersmith
Palais
7.London's Burning
8.I Fought The Law
9.Janie Jones
10.Career Opportunities
11.What's My Name
12.Hate And War
13.Police And Thieves
14.Jail Guitar Doors
15.Garageland
CLASH
CITY ROCKERS
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
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 the usa
REMOTE
CONTROL
who needs remote control >from the civic
hall push a button activate you gotta work an' you're late it's so grey
in london town with a panda car crawling around here it comes eleven o'clock
where can we go now? can't make a noise can't get no gear can't make no
money can't get outta here big business it don't like you it don't like
the things you do you got no money so you got no power they think you're
useless an' so you are - puuuuuuunnnnnk! they had a meeting in mayfair
they got you down an' they wanna keep you there it makes them worried their
bank accounts that's all that matters and you don't count can't make no
progress can't get ahead can't stop the regrees don't wanna be dead look
out' those rules and regulations who needs the parliament sitting making
laws all day they're all fat and old queuing for the house of lords repression
- gonna start on tuesday repression - i am a dalek repression - i obey
repression - i think they're gonna make it
COMPLETE
CONTROL
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!
WHITE
RIOT
white riot - i wanna riot white riot -
a riot of my own white riot - i wanna riot white riot - a riot of my own
black people gotta lot a problems but they don't mind throwing a brick
white people go to school where they teach you how to be thick an' everybody's
doing just what they're told to an' nobody wants to go to jail! all the
power's in the hands of people rich enough to buy it while we walk the
street too chicken to even try it everybody's doing just what they're told
to nobody wants to go to jail! are you taking over or are you taking orders?
are you going backwards or are you going forwards?
WHITE
MAN IN HAMMERSMITH PALAIS
midnight to six man for the first time
from jamaica dillinger and leroy smart delroy wilson, your cool operator
ken boothe for uk pop reggae with backing bands sound systems and if they've
got anything to say there's many black ears here to listen but it was four
tops all night with encores from stage right charging from the bass knives
to the treble but onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel onstage they
ain't got no...roots rock rebel dress back jump back this is a bluebeat
attack 'cos it won't get you anywhere fooling with your guns the british
army is waiting out there an' it weighs fifteen hundred tons white youth,
black youth better find another solution why not phone up robin hood and
ask him for some wealth distribution punk rockers in the uk they won't
notice anyway they're all too busy fighting for a good place under the
lighting the new groups are not concerned with what there is to be learned
they got burton suits, ha you think it's funny turning rebellion into money
all over people changing their votes along with their overcoats if adolf
hitler flew in today they'd send a limousine anyway i'm the all night drug-prowling
wolf who looks so sick in the sun i'm the white man in the palais just
lookin' for fun i'm only looking for fun
LONDON'S
BURNING
london's burning! london's burning! all
across the town, all across the night everybody's driving with full headlights
black or white turn it on, face the new religion everybody's sitting 'round
watching television! london's burning with boredom now london's burning
dial 99999 i'm up and down the westway, in an' out the lights what a great
traffic system - it's so bright i can't think of a better way to spend
the night then speeding around underneath the yellow lights london's burning
with boredom now london's burning dial 99999 now i'm in the subway and
i'm looking for the flat this one leads to this block, this one leads to
that the wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home i run through
the empty stone because i'm all alone london's burning with boredom now...
london's burning dial 99999
JANIE
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 lucy 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
CAREER
OPPORTUNITIES
the offered me the office, offered me
the shop they said i'd better take anything they'd got do you wanna make
tea at the bbc? do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop? career opportunities
are the ones that never knock every job they offer you is to keep you out
the dock career opportunity, the ones that never knock i hate the army
an' i hate the r.a.f. i don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat i
hate the civil service rules and i won't open letter bombs for you bus
driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector they're gonna have to introduce
conscription they're gonna have to take away my prescription if they wanna
get me making toys if they wanna get me, well, i got no choice careers
careers careers ain't never gonna knock
WHAT'S
MY NAME
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
HATE
AND 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 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
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
GARAGELAND
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 know 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
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