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(J. Strummer, M. Jones from The Clash)
from Burning London - A Clash Tribute Gwen Stefani duets with Billy Idol, also played live on 1997 tour (Billy) Kill that drummer (Gwen) Well I've got a friend who's a man (Billy) Who's a man? (Gwen) What man? A man who keeps me from the lonely, the lonely He gives me what I need (Billy) What you need? (Gwen) What you got? I need it all so badly Anything I want, (anything), he gives it to me Anything I want, (anything, but not ...), he gives it, (Both) but not for free (Gwen It's hateful, (it's hateful) (Both) And it's paid for, and I'm so grateful to be nowhere (Gwen This year I've lost some friends (Billy) Some friends? (Gwen What friends? I don't know, I ain't even noticed You see, I gotta go out again (Billy) Again? (Gwen) My friend, I gotta go see the madman (?) Oh, (Both) anything I want, (anything), (Gwen) he gives it to me (Both) Anything I want, (anything, but not ...), (Gwen) he gives it, but not for free It's hateful, (it's hateful) And it's paid for, (Both) and I'm so grateful to be nowhere (Gwen) Anything I want, (anything), he gives it to me Anything I want, (anything, but not ...), he gives it, but not for free It's hateful, (it's hateful) And it's paid for, and I'm so grateful to be nowhere I killed all my nerves (Billy) My nerves? (Gwen) What swerves? I can't drive so steady Oh, I lost my memory, (memory) (Billy) My mind (Gwen) Behind I can't see so clearly Oh, anything I want, (anything), he gives it to me Anything I want, (anything, but not ...), he gives it, but not for free (Billy) It's not for free (Gwen) (Anything), he gives it to me Anything I want, (anything, but not ...), he gives it, but not for free (Billy) It's not for free (Gwen) (Anything), he gives it to me, (anything), (Billy) not for free, (Gwen) he gives it to me Not for free, not for free, (Billy) it's not for free, (Gwen) not for free, not for free, (Billy) it's not for free, (Gwen) not for free (Billy) It's not for you, it's for me |
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taking off his turban they said is this man a jew
cause they're working for the clampdown and 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 train our blue-eyed men to be young believers judge said five to ten - i said double that again i'm not working for the clampdown well no one born with a living soul could be working for the clampdown kick over the wall cause governments to fall how can you refuse it let fury have the hour, anger can be power don't 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 running it's the best years of your life they want to steal you grow up and you calm down cause you're working for the clampdown and you start wearing the blue and the brown cause you're working for the clampdown so you got someone to boss around does it makes you feel big now and you drift until you brutalize you've made your first kill now i say in these days of evil presidentes working for the clampdown i said lately one or two have fully paid their dues working for the clampdown working for the clampdown hey you are now working for the clampdown hey you are now (working for the clampdown) kick over the wall (working for the clampdown) cause governments to fall (working for the clampdown) how can you refuse it (working for the clampdown) hey get along now (working for the clampdown) giving away no secrets |
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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 |
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If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze In the generation Clear as winter ice This is your paradise There ain't no need for ya Go straight to hell boys Y'wanna join in a chorus Of the Amerasian blues? When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home See me got photo photo Photograph of you Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid. It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice. Straight to hell Oh Papa-san Please take me home Oh Papa-san Everybody they wanna go home So Mamma-san says You wanna play mind-crazed banjo On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.? In Parkland International Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A. Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison The volatile Molatov says- Pssst... Hey chico we got a message for ya... Vamos vamos muchacho From alphabet city all the way a to z, dead, head Go straight to hell Can you really cough it up loud and strong The immigrants They wanna sing all night long It could be anywhere Most likely could be any frontier Any hemisphere No man's land and there ain't no asylum here King Solomon he never lived round here Go straight to hell boys |
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