1. Dictator
2. Dirty Punk
3. We Are The Clash
4. Are You Red..Y
5. Cool Under Heat
6. Movers And Shakers
7. This Is England
8. Three Card Trick
9. Play To Win
10. Fingerpoppin'
11. North And South
12. Life Is Wild
Dictator
Yes I am the dictator the more guns I got the better
Yes I am the liquidator I carry the old Beretta You know there once was
freedom You know how dangerous that can be The people used to dance &
sing & 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 Yes I am the dictator I satisfy the U.S. team I always do my
killing in the woods & keep the city gutters clean Cause I need a few
more dollars For my fighter pilot to be free To dive bomb on the population
If they go running wild in the streets Yes I am that voice... etc Yes I
am the crusador I spent twenty years in exile But now I am the invader
& I'm never never gonna die Yes I am the dictator my name is on your
ballot sheet But until my box has your cross you know the form is incomplete
And you know... etc.
Dirty Punk
Gonna be a dirty punk Gonna rock your neighborhood
Do the sound of rebel funk Turn it up loud like it should I could hear
your momma scream She's gonna waste herself away When your daddy smashed
that TV screen I understand what he had to say I'm going to get me a big,
big, big Big, Big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive
so far Up your boulevard 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(?) How bout the time I made him drunk
And he insult my brotherhood I shout out I am a dirty punk Gonna rock your
neighbohood I'm going to get a big, big, big Big, Big car Then I'm gonna
drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard
So far up your boulevard Gonna get a big, big, big Go faster! Then
I'm gonna go! Big! Let's go to (???) Up your boulevard Up your
boulevard Go so far up your boulevard Gonna drive my big, big, big Big,
Big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your
boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard.
We Are The Clash
Punk rockers, hip-hoppers Brit poppers, show stoppers
Beboppers, hair droppers Are you ready to sing? Right wing, left wing I
want something To see me through (???) Bout what do you think We ain't
gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash What?
We are the Clash It's like a patch You can strike that match With my guitar
now (???) last dance I see them where they (???) How they usually stay
Beating on a drum Did they tell them take it in Got the (???) Where the
fat boy blew We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are
the Clash That's right We are the Clash It's like a patch You can strike
that match Home fires burnin' In motorcycle city The rockin' gods will
choose If I'm worthy to live The first (???) engine (???) forty-six And
there's no more (???) To imitate respect We ain't gonna be treated like
trash We got one thing We are the Clash Don't take no shit We are the Clash
Do ya hear me? It's like a patch You can strike that match.
Are You Red..Y
Are you ready for Are you ready for War War War
High above the satellites View the Earth (???) nights Europe switches off
those lights Are you ready for War, all in all this sentimental War, wall
to wall with the regimental War, with all the things continental Are you
red War War War There's no use runnin' a mobile home Everywhere is a target
zone Hell is ringing on the red, red phone Are you ready for War, all that
is futuristic War, all that is realistic War, all that will be ballistic
Are you red War War War Are you ready for Are you ready for Vodka chilled
in the Kremlin bar Ride on the rocky (???) and hold my arm Raise my glass
and break it on the bar Are you ready for War, all in all this sentimental
War, wall to wall with the regimental War, with all the things continental
Are you red Are you ready for War War War.
Cool Under Heat
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.
Movers And Shakers
The boy stood in the burning slum Better times
had to come Fate lay in the hands that clap The muscles that move &
the power that raps He went up on money street Waving an poping to the
beat Off his wits an on his feet He worked a coin from the cold concrete
Movers & shakers come on you got what it takes to make it Movers an
shakers come on even if you have to fake it Where the highway meets the
lights With a red bandanna & rapid wipes He shines Glass and he cleans
chrome He'll accept what he gets thrown This man earns cos its understood
Times are bad and he's makin good Down on him but he's got it beat He's
working coin from the cold concrete Movers & shakers come on... etc
And when I see you down & I say That aint no way through that aint
no way through Movers & shakers come on... etc Way back in some city
heat When a friend was anybody with food to eat It was lousy life with
a leaking roof We got up to find that truth Make a drum from a garbage
can Allow your tongue to be a man When the beat propels you off your seat
You got it made in the cold concrete Movers & shakers come on!
This Is England
I hear a gang fire 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 This is
England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel
Time on his hands freezing in those clothes He won't go for the carrot
They beat him by the pole Some sunny day confronted by his soul He's out
at sea, too far off, he can't go home This is England What we're supposed
to die for This is England And we're never gonna cry no more 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 When will we be free This is England We can chain you to the
rail This is England We can kill you in a jail The British boots go kick
them Got 'em in the head Police ain't watchin' The newspapers been read
Who cares to protest A (???) in the eye like a flare Out came the batons
and The British warned themselves This is England The land of (il)legal
dances This is England Land of a thousand stances This is England This
knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel This is England
This is England.
Three Card Trick
Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred
years Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again Bring back crucification
cry the moral death's head legion Using steel nails manufactured by the
slaves in Asia You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did Blood
inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again & who knows any better
than to kick and scratch under English weather From a chain gang to the
mill. The mill that sits on top of the hill The fog drowned towns arr gonna
have to fade The wrong side of the a scissor blade You wont fall for that
law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your
mummy & your daddy did I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick They own the
pack while we play the three card trick Dont you remember the place Where
we hid the ace? Yeah not thick but slick Now we all gotta play the
three card trick.
Play To Win
Voice: Hey (???) piranah
Joe: Yup and the piranah got it
V: Yeah, well if it's hooligan you want
J: We British will tear upon the street
V: (???)
J: I see you've lived in Germany
V: Yankee (???)
J: (???)
V: (???) I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier
We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers I thought I'd
call a taxi
J: Well what you got is a police car
V: Are you gonna (???) cleanin'?
J: (???) use a burglar
V: (???)
J: I'll say to give you a kiss
V: No (???)
J: Come on lets go out get smashed I long for the
prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back
at pioneers
V: What kind of food for the picnic
J: Hey don't worry about our (???)
V: (???) obviously then
J: Well everyday seems the same
V: No. I don't want (???)
J: Look at you. Turn your plastic into gold
V: (???)
J: Just get your face in a centerfold
V: 2,3,4 I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier
We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers
Fingerpoppin'
This 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 points gonna pop tonight Gonna point at the best girl
in sight Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop Girls, girls
round 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 want to hear Don't talk shop Round the house Fingerpop
Don't talk shop (???) Man or mouse Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk
shop Fingerpop Boys, boys cat got your tongue Can't you see she's the prettiest
one Better act real hurt Just turn around kickin' the dirt This here (???)
is on selling street Tell the girl who you want to meet This here finger
gonna point tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight Gonna move Gonna
move Gonna move Gonna move Girls, girls go around the floor Can't remember
what you came here for Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop
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 gets to point at anything This finger points
rock tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight.
North And South
And 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 it's
chargin' 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 killin' 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 it's chargin' 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 killin' 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 diggin' no graves We're diggin'
a foundation For a future to be made Now I know, time can march With it's
chargin' 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 killin' 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
Hey anybody got a cigarette? Has anybody
got a cigarette? Haven't you declared a disaster zone Ho! Your
car is a total wreck And I just can't go back home My girl if she had the
dope We'd get the messieurs on the phone I still got to get up and go home
Don't start driving on my headstone Go! Life is wild life is free
Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me Life is wild life is free Make
him want to stop, gonna (???) me Here's to all of my kindred souls He got
a life but ain't got no style Well heard that your story goes You nearly
broke down after half a mile Hey that is the way it goes You better keep
a note on file You'll have to reap what I suppose Gets you a floor and
a (???) Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna fall on
me Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me Somebody
got a cigarette? A guitar or a blank cassette Hey! The last
thing he'd expect in his bar Gonna chart the rise of my star Life is wild
life is free Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me Life is wild life
is free Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me.