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They 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 opportunities, the ones that never knock I hate all of my school's rules They just think that I'm another fool Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector I don't understand 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, I got no choice Careers Careers Careers Career opportunities, the ones that never knock
Charlie Don't Surf
(The Clash)
CHORUS Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie's gonna be a napalm star Everybody wants to rule the world Must be something we get from birth One truth is we never learn Satellites will make space burn We've been told to keep the strangers out We don't like them starting to hang around We don't like them all over town Across the world we are going to blow them down CHORUS The reign of the super powers must be over So many armies can't free the earth Soon the rock will roll over Africa is choking on their Coca Cola It's a one a way street in a one horse town One way people starting to brag around You can laugh, put them down These one way people gonna blow us down CHORUS Charlie don't surf he'll never learn Charlie don't surf though he's got a gun Charlie don't surf think that he should Charlie don't surf we really think he should Charlie don't surf Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie don't surf
Cheapskates
(Strummer/Jones)
I have been a washer up An' he has been a scrubber up An' I seen him a picking up Dog ends in the rain An' he has never read a book Though I told him to take a look He lifted his poolhall cue For another game But it ain't no modern miracle That we found the golden rule What you can't buy you gotta steal An' what you say can't steal you better leave I don't like to hang about In this lonely room 'Cos london is for going out And trying to hear a tune But people come pouncing up to me And say what are you doing here You're supposed to be a star Not a cheapskate bleeding queer Like a load of rats from a sinking ship You slag us down to save your hip But you don't give me the benfit Of your doubt 'Cos I'll bite it off and spit it out We're cheapskates anything'll do We're cheapskates what are we supposed to do? An' we can rock Hey hey let's roll An' we can walk An' do the stroll Just because we're in a group You think we're stinking rich 'N we all got model girls Shedding every stitch 'N You think the cocaine's flowing Like a river up our noses 'N every sea will part for us Like the red one did for Moses Well I hope you make it one day Just like you always said you would some day And I'll get out my money and make a bet That I'll be seein' you down the launderette
Cheat
(Strummer/Jones)
I GET VIOLENT WHEN I'M FUCKED UP I GET SILENT WHEN I'M DRUGGED UP WANT EXCITEMENT, DON'T GET NONE, I GO WILD I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAN BE DONE ABOUT IT IF YOU PLAY THE GAME YOU GET NOTHING OUT OF IT FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF TRY BEIN' A GOODY GOODY YOU BETTER CHEAT CHEAT NO REASON TO PLAY FAIR CHEAT CHEAT OR DON'T GET ANYWHERE CHEAT CHEAT IF YOU CAN'T WIN NOBODY KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE DOING IT'S BEYOND YOUR CONTROL, AN' FRIDAY NIGHT'S A RUIN IF YOU WANNA SURVIVE YOU BETTER LEARN HOW TO LIE DON'T USE THE RULES THEY'RE NOT FOR YOU, THEY'RE FOR THE FOOLS AND YOU'RE A FOOL IF YOU DON'T KNOW THAT SO USE THE RULE YOU STUPID FOOL
City of the Dead
(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
Clampdown
(Strummer/Jones)
What are we gonna do now? Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? 'Cause they're working for the clampdown 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 We will train our blue-eyed men To be young believers The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again I'm not working for the clampdown No man born with a living soul Can be working for the clampdown Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall How can you refuse it? Let fury have the hour, anger can be power D'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 runnin' It's the best years of your life they want to steal You grow up and you calm down You're working for the clampdown You start wearing the blue and brown You're working for the clampdown So you got someone to boss around It makes you feel big now You drift until you brutalize You made your first kill now In these days of evil presidentes Working for the clampdown But lately one or two has fully paid their due For working for the clampdown But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong! And I've given away no secrets Who's barmy now?
Clash City Rockers
(Strummer/Jones)
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 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 Rock rock Clash city rockers
Complete Control
(Strummer/Jones)
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!
Cool Confusion
(The Clash)
BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING THAT REACTIVE SPARK EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN OR DOWN IN THE MEAT RACK LONGTIME I FEEL COLD TO SEND CINDERELLA'S SHOE BACK ALONG THE LENGTH OF THE WIRE PARTY JAM ON THE LINE I CAN'T HEAR A THING CAN'T GET NO NUMBER NINE NOW WE MUST GET IN TOUCH IF THE NIGHT IS TO BURN SOMEONE OUT THERE IN LUCK LEND ME YOUR STAR FOR A TURN AS HEROES FIX THEIR HAIR SOME ARE SAVING THEIR BREATH JUST ON THE WALKWAYS TONIGHT FOR A GLUE BAG DEATH SCREENS FLICK IN UNISON SOME GAZE AT THE SOUL FROM THE TIERS AND THE HEIGHTS GO FOR THE FIFTEENTH FLOOR STROLL IT'S IMMEDIATELY OBVIOUS; ANYBODY STAR-GILT WOULD HAVE LEFT THIS CLUB WAY BEFORE IT WAS BUILT THIS STRIKES YOU SO LATE AS THE GUY WITH THE BROOM SWEEPS YOU AND THE BOTTLES RIGHT OUT OF THE ROOM NOW I WASH IN THE FACTORY CONFESS IN THE TILE HOUSE I DON'T NEED TO BLEED ANYBODY TO STRIKE OUT TODAY MY GODFATHER HE SENT A NOTE FROM THE JAIL SAID GO GET 'EM KID BUT DON'T GET CHAINED TO THE RAIL BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING THAT ROMANTIC SPARK EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN OR DOWN IN THE MEAT RACK LONG TIME I FEEL COLD TO SEND CINDERELLA'S SHOE BACK
Cool Out, The
(The Clash)
(Instrumental)
Cool Under Heat
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Rebels on the corner Rebels to the core Got a million dollar question What is livin' for? Hey! Man can scratch a livin' In a fat man's city class The teacher is survival But soon the present will be the past So! Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat When you're rockin' down On a cold hard night Pitiless eyes of the cityless 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 Hey! Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat When the baby and you got to fight Go cool your love in the rain When the match refuses to strike Show that you really are in pain I'm giving you a warning Gonna burn those blue suede shoes Swagger in the mornin' Prints up front page news Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat
Corner Soul
(The Clash)
Is the music of grove skin rock Soaked in the diesel of was boys war? Blood, black gold and the face of a judge Is the music calling for a river of blood? Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso Spread the news all over the grove The big meeting has decided That total was must burn on the grove Does it mean I should take my machete To chop my way through the path of life? Does it mean I should run with the dog pack Is that the way to be the one to survive? Never need a gun says Tai Chi Move on up to dragon snaps his tail Fall back on still waters Hammer with his eye on the nail Spread the word tonight please, Sammy They're searching everyhouse on the grove Don't go alone now, Sammy! The wind has blown away the corner soul Tell the news for me, Sammy They're searching every place on the grove But don't go down alone new, Sammy! The wind has blown away the croner soul Is the music calling for a river of blood?
Crooked Beat, The
(The Clash)
Start the car lets make a midnight run Across the river to South London To dance to the latest hi-fi sound Of bass, guitar and drum Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst For the sweat will start to run With a cymbal splash, a word of truth And a rocking bass and drum Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure on Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat So one by one they come on down From the tower blocks of my home town Stepping with the rhythm of the rockers beat Drowning out the pressure of the crooked beat Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat It has crooked past this crooked street Where cars patrol this crooked beat Badges flsh and sirens wail They'll be taking one and all to jail Prance! Prance! You want a law to dance?
Death is a Star
(The Clash)
And I was gripped by that deadly phantom I followed him through hard jungles As he stalked through the back lots Strangling through the night shades The thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to love In a one stop only motel A storm bangs on the cheapest room The phantom slips in to spill blood Even on the sweetest honeymoon The killer of love Caught the last late Niagara bus By chance or escaping from misery Bu suddeness or in answer to pain Smoking in the dark cinema You could see the bad go down again And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains And a Ford roars through the night full of rain. The killer's blood flows But he loads his gun again Make a grown man cry like a girl To see the guns dying at sunset In vain lovers claimed But they never had met.
Death or Glory
(Strummer/Jones)
Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand How death or glory becomes just another story How death or glory becomes just another story 'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research That he who fucks nun will later join the church From every dingy basement on every dingy street I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on If you been trying for years-then we already heard your song
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