1. Complete Control
2. London's Burning
3. What's My Name
4. Clash City Rockers
5. Career Opportunities
6. White Man In Hammersmith Palais
7. Capital Radio One
8. City Of The Dead
9. I Fought The Law (Sonny Curtis cover
song)
10. London Calling
11. Armagideon Time (W. Williams/J. Mitoo)
12. Train In Vain
13. The Guns Of Brixton
14. The Magnificent Seven
15. Know Your Rights
16. Should I Stay Or Should I Go?
17. Straight To Hell
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 and 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!
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 and 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.
What's My Name
what the hell is wrong with me? i'm not who
i want to be i tired spot cream and i tried it all i'm crawling up the
wall! what's my name name... name... name... i tried to join
a ping-pong club, sign on the door said all full up! i got nicked,
fighting in the road and 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
and you won't know who came what's my name?
Clash City Rockers
and 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. and 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. and 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.
Career Opportunities
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 opportunity, the ones
that never knock. i hate the army and 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.
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 U.K. 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 cause it won't get you anywhere fooling with your guns the british
army is waiting out there and 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 U.K. 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.
Capital Radio One
yes, it's time for the dr. goebbels show!
there's a tower in the heart of london. with a radio station right
at the top. they don't make the city beat. they're making all
the action stop. a long time ago there were pirates. beaming
waves from the sea. but now all the stations are silenced cause they
ain't got a government license. wanna tell your problems. phone
in from your bedsit room. having trouble with your partner.
let us all in on the news. if you wanna hear a record. get
the word from aiden day. he picks all the hits to play. to
keep you in your place all day. capital radio. in tune with
nothing. don't touch that dial.
City Of The Dead
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 and fallen
down. and i wished i could be like you. with the soho river
drinking me down. in the city of the dead. fall in love and
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 and 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.
I Fought The Law (Sonny Curtis cover song)
breakin' rocks in the hot sun i fought the law
and the law won i needed money cause i had none i fought the law and the
law won i left my baby and it feels so bad guess my race is run she's the
best girl that i ever had i fought the law and the law won i fought the
law and the robbin' people with a six-gun i fought the law and the law
won i lost my girl and i lost my fun i fought the law and the law won i
left my baby and it feels so bad guess my race is run she's the best girl
that i ever had i fought the law and the law won i fought the law and the
i fought the law and the law won i fought the law and the...
London Calling
london calling to the faraway towns now that war
is declared and battle come down london calling to the underworld come
out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls London calling, now don't look
at us Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't
got no swing except for the ring of that truncheon thing The ice age is
coming, the sun is zooming in Meltdown expected the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running but I have no fear cause London is drowning and I
live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it brother,
you can go it alone London calling to the zombies of death Quit holding
out and draw another breath London calling and I don't wanna shout But
while we were talking I saw you nodding out London calling, see we ain't
got no highs Except for that one with the yellowy eyes The ice age is coming
the sun is zooming in Engines stop running the wheat is growing thin A
nuclear error but I have no fear cause London is drowning and I live by
the river Now get this London calling, yes I was there too and you know
what they said... well, some of it was true! London calling at the
top of the dial and after all this, won't you give me a smile? I
never felt so much alike...
Armagideon Time (W. Williams/J. Mitoo)
stay around. don't play around. this
old town and all. seems like i got to travel on. a lot of people
won't get no supper tonight. a lot of people won't get no justice
tonight. the battle is gettin' hotter. in this iration, armagideon
time. a lot of people runnin' and a hiding tonight. a lot of
people won't get no justice tonight. remember to kick it over.
no one will guide you. armagideon time. ad lib vocals.
Train In Vain
Say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't
understand You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said
you felt trapped Well some things you can explain away But my heartache's
in me till this day Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by
me No way All the times When we were close I'll remember these things the
most I see all my dreams come tumbling down I won't be happy without you
around So all alone I keep the wolves at bay There is only one thing that
I can say You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke
to me Did you stand by me No, not at all Now I got a job But it don't pay
I need new clothes I need somewhere to stay But without all these things
I can do But without your love I won't make it through But you don't understand
my point of view I suppose there's nothing I can do You must explain why
this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me? Did you stand by me
Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way Did you stand
by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way.
The Guns Of Brixton
When they kick at your front door How you gonna
come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have
to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton The money feels good And your life
you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called
survivin' At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton
sun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh... the
guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush
us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh... the guns of Brixton Shot
down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have
to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton.
The Magnificent Seven
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.! Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face Brings you back to this awful place Knuckle merchants
and you bankers, too Must get up an' learn those rules Weather man and
the crazy chief One says sun and one says sleet A.M., the F.M. the P.M.
too Churning out that boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long
can you keep it up? Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong
Kong dollars and Indian cents English pounds and Eskimo pence You lot!
What? Don't stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise, better my station Take my baby to sophistication She's
seen the ads, she thinks it's nice Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it's time for the bus We got to work - an' you're one of
us Clocks go slow in a place of work Minutes drag and the hours jerk "When
can I tell 'em wot I do? In a second, maaan... oright Chuck!" Wave bub-bub-bub-bye
to the boss It's our profit, it's his loss But anyway lunch bells ring
Take one hour and do your thanng! Cheeesboiger! What do we have for entertainment?
Cops kickin' Gypsies on the pavement Now the news - snap to attention!
The lunar landing of the dentist convention Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand A car in the fridge Or a fridge in
the car? Like cowboys do - in T.V. land You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?
So get back to work and sweat some more The sun will sink and we'll get
out the door It's no good for man to work in cages Hits the town, he drinks
his wages You're frettin', you're sweatin' But did you notice you ain't
gettin'? Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To take your car outta
that gear Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To get your car outta
that gear Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint - but he had sense Engels lent him the necessary pence What
have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence! Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi Went to
the park to check on the game But they was murdered by the other team Who
went on to win 50-nil You can be true, you can be false You be given the
same reward Socrates and Milhous Nixon Both went the same way - through
the kitchen Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin Who's more famous to the billion
millions? News Flash: Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up Budgie Oooohh... bub-bye
Magnificence!
Know Your Rights
This is a public service announcement With guitar
Know your rights all three of them Number 1 You have the right not to be
killed Murder is a crime! Unless it was done by a Policeman or aristocrat
Know your rights And Number 2 You have the right to food money Providing
of course you Don't mind a little Investigation, humiliation And if you
cross your fingers Rehabilitation Know your rights These are your rights
Wang Know these rights Number 3 You have the right to free Speech as long
as you're not Dumb enough to actually try it Know your rights These are
your rights All three of 'em It has been suggested In some quarters that
this is not enough! Well... Get off the streets Get off the streets
Run You don't have a home to go to Smush Finally then I will read you your
rights You have the right to remain silent You are warned that anything
you say Can and will be taken down And used as evidence against you Listen
to this Run.
Should I Stay Or Should I Go?
Darling you gotta let me know Should I stay or
should I go? If you say that you are mine I'll be here 'til the end
of time So you got to let me know Should I stay or should I go? Always
tease tease tease Siempre coqetiando y enganyando You're happy when I'm
on my knees Me arrodilla y estas feliz One day is fine, next is black Un
dias bien el otro negro So if you want me off your back Al rededar en tu
espalda Well come on and let me know Me tienes que desir Should I Stay
or should I go? Me debo ir o que darme Should I stay or should I
go now? Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will
be trouble and if I stay it will be double So come on and let me know This
indecision's bugging me Esta undecision me molesta If you don't want me,
set me free Si no me quieres, librame Exactly who'm I'm supposed to be
Diga me que tengo ser Don't you know which clothes even fit me? ¿Saves
que robas me queurda? Come on and let me know Me tienes que desir
Should I cool it or should I blow? ¿Me debo ir o quedarme?
Should I stay or should I go now? ¿Yo me frio o lo sophlo?
If I go there will be trouble Si me voi va ver peligro And if I stay it
will be double Si me quedo es doble So you gotta let me know Me tienes
que decir Should I stay or should I go? ¿Yo me frio o lo sophlo?
Straight To Hell
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 ya 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.