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The Clash

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Dictator

03 : 02

Dirty Punk

03 : 11

We Are the Clash

03 : 04

Are You Red..y

03 : 02

Cool Under Heat

03 : 24

Movers and Shakers

03 : 03

This Is England

03 : 53

Three Card Trick

03 : 11

Play to Win

03 : 09

Fingerpoppin’

03 : 25

North and South

03 : 32

Life Is Wild

02 : 39

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Track Lyrics

Dictator Lyrics

10 ContributorsDictator LyricsYes, I am the dictator

The more guns I got the better

Yea, I am the liquidator

I carry that gold Beretta

You know there once was freedom

And you know how dangerous that can be

The people used to dance and sing

And 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 (goes!)

You'll hear what I say goes

Yes I am the, the dictator

I satisfy the U.S. team

Because I always do my killing in the woods

And I keep the city gutter clean

You know there once was freedom

You know how dangerous that can be

The people used to dance and sing

And they used to run wild in the streets

Because I am the voice howling from your radio

From my armour-plated Cadillac

You'll hear what I say goes (goes!)

What, what I say goes

What I say goes

Yeah, yeah I am the crusader 'cause I'm twenty long years in exile

But-but, but-but-but now I am the invader and I'm never never gonna die

Skippy!

Yeah, yeah-oh

Yes I am the, the dictator

My name is on the ballot sheet, hey!

Until my box has got your, your cross

You know this form is incomplete

Hey, you know there once was freedom

You know how dangerous that can be

The people used to dance and sing

And they used to run wild in the streets

I am the voice (howling from your radio)

Howling from your radio

From my armour-plated Cadillac (Cadillac!)

(Goes!) You'll hear what I say goes

Hey! You'll hear what I say goes

Dirty Punk Lyrics

9 ContributorsDirty Punk LyricsGonna be a dirty punk

Gonna prowl your neighborhood

To the sound of rebel funk

Turned up loud like it should

I couldn't hear your momma scream

She's gonna waste herself away

When your daddy smashed that TV screen

I understood what he had to say

I'm gonna get me a big, big, big

Great big car

Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive

That car so far

Up your boulevard

So far up your boulevard

Gonna be a dirty punk

While my brother dresses clean

He used to be the local hunk

The girls all ride in my machine

And they insult my brotherhood

I shout "I am a dirty punk"

Gonna rock your neighborhood

I'm gonna get a big, big, big

Great big car

Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive

That car so far

Up your boulevard

So far up your boulevard

I'm gonna get a big, big, big

Ghetto blaster

Then I'm gonna blow this ghetto blaster

Up your boulevard

Oh so far

Up your boulevard

I'm gonna drive my big, big, big

Great big car

I'm gonna drive, drive, drive

Drive so far

Up your backyard

Boulevard

So far up your boulevard

We Are the Clash Lyrics

12 ContributorsWe Are the Clash LyricsPunk rockers, hip-hoppers

Pill poppers, show stoppers

Beboppers, hair droppers

Are you ready to sing?

Right wing, left wing

I want something

To see me through the siege

About what you think

We ain't gonna be treated like trash

We got one thing

We are The Clash

What?

We are The Clash

Louder!

We can strike the match

If you can spill the gas

With my guitar now

The Cuban's last dance

I see them where they beat up on

Aborigines stay

Beating on a drum in the town of Tokyo

We ain't gonna be treated like trash

We got one thing

We are The Clash

We can strike the match

If you can spill the gas

Gasoline!

Home fires burning

In motorcycle city

The rockin' cockatoos

??(Rock, rock the Clash city rockers)

To give and take respect

Respect!

We ain't gonna be treated like trash

We got one thing

We are The Clash

Don't take no sh-

We are The Clash

Dig it?

We can strike the match

If you can spill the gas

Are You Red..y Lyrics

10 ContributorsAre You Red..Y LyricsAre you ready for

Are you ready for

War

High above the satellites rule the earth in golden nights

Europe hitches up those lights

Are you ready for

War that won't be sentimental

War that'll blow away the regimental

War that's Intercontinental

Are you ready

Ready for

War

There's no use running a mobile home

Everywhere is a target zone

Hell is ringing on the Red Red Phone

Are you ready for

War that won't be futuristic

War that is realistic

War that will be ballistic

Are you ready

Are you ready for

War

Are you ready for

Vodka chilled on the Kremlin bar

And rye on the rock in Omaha

Raise my glass and break it on the bar

Are you ready for

War that won't be sentimental

War that'll blow away the regimental

War that's intercontinental

Are you ready

Are you ready for

War

Cool Under Heat Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Rebels on the corner

Rebels to the core

Got a million dollar question

What is living for?

Hey! Man can scratch a living

In a fat man's city class

The teacher is survival

But soon the present will be the past

[Chorus]

Be cool under heat

Be cool on the street

Be cool under heat

[Verse 2]

When you're rocking down

On a cold hard night

Pitiless eyes of the city-less souls

Narrow in the lights

Sorrow upon sorrow

Go ganging up in your head

You can leave it till tomorrow

If you can balance on the edge

[Chorus 2]

Be cool under heat

Be cool on the street

Be cool under heat

Be cool on the street

Be cool under heat

[Verse 3]

When the baby and you got to fight

Go cool your love in the rain

When the match refuses to strike

You may show that you really are in pain

I'm giving you a warning

Gonna burn those blue suede shoes

Swagger in the morning

Prints up front page news

[Chorus 3]

Be cool under heat

Be cool on the street

Be cool under heat

Be cool on the street

Be cool under heat

Be cool on the street

Be cool under heat

Movers and Shakers Lyrics

[Verse 1]

The boy stood in the burning slum

Better times had to come

Fate lay in the hands that clap

The muscles that move

The heart to rap

He went up on money street

Wavin' and poppin' to the beat

Off his wits and on his feet

He worked a coin from the cold concrete

[Chorus 1]

Movers and shakers come on

You got what it takes to make it

Movers and shakers come on

Even if you have to fake it

[Verse 2]

Where the highways meets the lights

With a red bandanna, rapid wipes

He shines glass, he cleans chrome

He'll accept what he gets thrown

This man earns 'cause its understood

Times are bad and he's making good

Down on him but he's got it beat

He's working coin from the cold concrete

[Chorus 2]

Movers and shakers come on (come on)

You got what it takes to make it

Movers and shakers come on (come on)

Even if you have to fake it

[Bridge]

When I see you down and I say

That ain't no way through

Hey!

That ain't no way through

Hey!

[Chorus 3]

Movers and shakers come on

You got what it takes to make it

Movers and shakers come on

Even if you have to fake it

[Verse 3]

Way back in some city heat

When a friend was anybody with food to eat

Was a lousy life and a leaking roof

We got up to find that truth

Make a drum from a garbage can

And allow your tongue to be a man

When the beat propels you offa your seat

We got it made in the cold concrete

[Chorus 4]

Movers and shakers come on (come on)

You got what it takes to make it

Movers and shakers come on (come on)

Even if you have to fake it

Movers and shakers come on

You got what it takes to make it

Movers and shakers come on

Even if you have to fake it

Come on!

This Is England Lyrics

[Spoken Intro]

Four for a pound your face flannels, three for a pound your tea towels!

[Verse 1]

I hear a gang fight 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

[Chorus]

This is England

This knife of Sheffield steel

This is England

This is how we feel

[Verse 2]

Time on his hands the freezing mohawk strolls

He won't go for the carrots

Been beaten by the pole

Some sunny day confronted by his soul

His eye will see how fast you can grow old

[Chorus]

This is England

That I'm supposed to die for

This is England

Never gonna cry no more

[Verse 3]

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

And when will we get free?

[Chorus]

This is England

We can chain you to the rail

This is England

We can kill you in a jail

[Verse 4]

Hey, British boots go kick Bengali in the head

Police sit watching

The newspapers being read

All deaf to protests

And after the attacker fled

Out came the batons and

The biggest one then said

[Outro]

This is England

The land of illegal dances

This is England

Land of one thousand stances

This is England

This knife of Sheffield steel

This is England

This is how we feel

This is England

Three Card Trick Lyrics

11 ContributorsThree Card Trick LyricsPatriots of the wasteland

Torching two hundred years

Dragging my spirit back

Deep into the dungeon again

Oh, bring back crucifixion

Cry the moral death's head legion

Using steel nails

Manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You won't fall for that

Well, law and order is a baton in the ribs

You won't fall for that

Just like your Mummy and your Daddy did

Blood inside a fountain pen

And wrote you out of life again

And who knows any better

Than to kick and scratch under English weather

Form a chain gang to the mill

The mill that sits on top of the hill

Fog drowned town gonna have to fade

The wrong side of a scissor blade

You won't fall for that

Well, law and order is a baton in the ribs

You won't fall for that

Just like your Mama and your Daddy did

I'll eat my hat

Oh, I'm gonna be sick

They own the pack

Try to play the three card trick

Patriots of the wasteland

Torching two hundred years

Dragging my spirit back

Deep into the dungeon again

Oh, bring back crucifixion

Cry the moral death's head legion

Using steel nails

Manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You won't fall for that

Well, law and order is a baton in the ribs

You won't fall for that

Just like your Mama and your Daddy did

I'll eat my hat

Oh, I'm gonna be sick

Oh, they own the pack

You try to play the three card trick

Run, run, run, run, run don't you know

Where is that place where you hid the ace, oh

Don't you know that ??

They're trying to pull that three card trick

Play to Win Lyrics

7 ContributorsPlay to Win Lyrics(Voice:) Hey wotcha! (??) piranha

(Joe:) Yup and the piranha got it

(Voice:) Yeah? well if it's hooligan you want

(Joe:) We British will tear up on the street

(Voice:) (???) gun you down

(Joe:) Well I don't see you living in Germany

(Voice:) Yankee (???)

(Joe:) That iron curtain's heavy ??

(Voice:) (???)

I long for the prairie

Oh, the wild frontier

We gotta take it to the space age

Graffiti bandit pioneers

(Voice:) Wotcha! I thought I'd go call a taxi

(Joe:) Well what you got is a police car

(Voice:) Are you gonna (???) cleanin'?

(Joe:) I thought you was a burglar

(Voice:) (???)

(Joe:) I'll say to give you a kiss

(Voice:) Lord! I can't take the pressure

(Joe:) Come on let's go out and get smashed

I long for the prairie

Oh, the wild frontier

We gotta take it to the space age

Graffiti bandit pioneers

I long for the prairie

Oh, the wild frontier

We gotta take it to the space age

Graffiti bandit pioneers

(Voice:) Hey wotcha! What kind of food for the picnic

(Joe:) Hey don't worry about our (???)

(Voice:) (???) obviously then

(Joe:) Well out there every day it's all the same

(Voice:) No. I don't want to turn to plastic

(Joe:) Why don't you turn your plastic into gold?

(Voice:) (???)

(Joe:) Just get your face in a centerfold

(Voice:) 2, 3, 4

I long for the prairie

Oh, the wild frontier

We gotta take it to the space age

Graffiti bandit pioneers

I long for the prairie

Oh, the wild frontier

We gotta take it to the space age

Graffiti bandit pioneers

Fingerpoppin’ Lyrics

8 ContributorsFingerpoppin’ LyricsThis 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 point's gonna pop tonight

Gonna point at the best girl in sight

Don't talk shop

Finger pop

Don't talk shop

Finger pop

Girls, girls around 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 wantcha hear

Don't talk shop

Around the house, finger pop

Don't talk shop

Be it boy, girl, man, or mouse

Don't talk shop

Finger pop

Don't talk shop

Finger pop

Boys, boys cat got your tongue

Can't you see she's the prettiest one

Better act that your real hurt

Just stroll around kicking the dirt

This here ?? is on selling street

Tell the girl who you wanna to meet

This here finger's gonna point tonight

Gonna point at the best girl in sight

Gonna move

Girls, girls around the floor

Betcha wonder what you came here for

Don't talk shop

Finger pop

Don't talk shop

Finger pop

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 can point at anything

This finger point's gonna pop tonight

Gonna point at the best girl in sight

North and South Lyrics

7 ContributorsNorth and South LyricsAnd so we say

We ain't got life

Don't want a cardboard cut-out

Don't want a plastic knife

Now I know, time can march

With its charging feet

Now I know words are only cheap

It's gonna be a burn out

All around this town

The south is up

But the north is down

There's gonna be a killing

Of a woman and a man

Trying to feed that child

Without a coin in their hand

And so we say

Have you no use

For eight million hands

And the power of youth

Now I know time can march

With its charging feet

Now I know words are only cheap

It's gonna be a burn out

All around this town

The south is up

But the north is down

There's gonna be a killing

Of a woman and a man

Trying to feed that child

Without a coin in their hand

It's gonna be a burn out!

And so we say

We ain't digging no grave

We're digging a foundation

For a future to be made

Now I know time can march

With its charging feet

Now I know, words are only cheap

It's gonna be a burn out

All around this town

The south is up

But the north is down

There's gonna be a killing

Of a woman and a man

Trying to feed that child

Without a coin in their hand

It's gonna be a burn out!

Life Is Wild Lyrics

9 ContributorsLife Is Wild LyricsHas anybody got a cigarette?

Have you declared a disaster zone?

Oh, your car is a total wreck

And I just can't go back home

My girlie, she had the dough

We get the Mafia on the phone

I still gotta get-up-and-go

Don't start carving out my headstone

'Cause life is wild life is free

Ain't no rock or stone gonna fall on me

Life is wild life is free

Ain't no rock or stone gonna grind down me

Life is wild

Here's to all o' my kindred souls

Who got a life but ain't got no style

Well I heard that you stole a Rolls

But it broke down after half a mile

Well, that is the way it goes

You'd better keep a low profile

I'll let you reap what I suppose

But you sure ain't no juvenile

Life is wild, life is free

Ain't no rock or stone gonna fall on me

Life is wild life is free

Ain't no rock or stone gonna grind down me

Somebody got a cigarette

A guitar or a blank cassette

And the last thing you'll expect in this bar

I'm gonna chart the rise of my star

Life is wild, life is free

Ain't no rock or stone gonna fall on me

Life is wild, life is free

Ain't no rock or stone gonna fall on me

Life is wild, life is free

Ain't no rock or stone gonna fall on me

Life is wild, life is free

Ain't no rock or stone gonna grind down me

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Track Lyrics

Dictator Lyrics

Dirty Punk Lyrics

We Are the Clash Lyrics

Are You Red..y Lyrics

Cool Under Heat Lyrics

Movers and Shakers Lyrics

This Is England Lyrics

Three Card Trick Lyrics

Play to Win Lyrics

Fingerpoppin’ Lyrics

North and South Lyrics

Life Is Wild Lyrics