| Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world, and ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl. |
The Clash, |
Death Or Glory |
| Talent will always emerge in time, when lightening hits small wonder. |
The Clash, |
Hitsville U.K. |
| You're dead from the neck up. |
The Clash, |
All The Young Punks |
| Gorillas drag their victims, hyenas try to sue, snakes find grass in concrete, there is no city zoo. |
The Clash, |
Car Jamming |
| Cold water in the face brings you back to this awful place. |
The Clash, |
The Magnificent Seven |
| Somebody got murdered, his name cannot be found. A small stain on the pavement, they'll scrub it off the ground. |
The Clash, |
Somebody Got Murdered |
| They have no food, but the boy have gun. |
The Clash, |
Kingston Advice |
| I was lying in my room, it was raining drugs all afternoon. |
The Clash, |
Drug Stabbing Time |
| Nembutal numbs it all, but I prefer alcohol. |
The Clash, |
The Right People |
| No Elvis, no Beatles, no Rolling Stones, it's 1977. |
The Clash, |
1977 |
| It's been tested by research, that he who fucks nun will later join the church. |
The Clash, |
Death Or Glory |
| The devil, he ain't been seen for years, except every twenty minutes. He zooms between me ears. |
The Clash, |
Midnight Log |
| It's Lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie. |
The Clash, |
Julies In The Drug Squad |
| London calling, now don't look to us, phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust. |
The Clash, |
London Calling |
| There ain't no need for ya, go straight to hell. |
The Clash, |
Straight To Hell |
| You can be a hero in an age of none. |
The Clash, |
Tommy Gun |
| I wanna riot, White riot, of my own. |
The Clash, |
White Riot |
| I wasn't born so much as I fell out, nobody seems to notice me. |
The Clash, |
Lost In The Super Market |
| You got drunk and fell down. I wish I could be like you. |
The Clash, |
City Of The Dead |
| Face the new religion, everybody's sitting around watching television. |
The Clash, |
London's Burning |
| Fear is just another commodity. |
The Clash, |
Up In Heaven |
| Hollywood, with makeup bleeding all over the cracks. |
The Clash, |
Atom Tan |
| I got good advice from the advertising world. |
The Clash, |
Koka Kola |
| Wanna tell your problems, phone in from your bed-sit room. Having trouble with your partner, let us all in on the news. |
The Clash, |
Capital Radio |
| Killers in America work seven days a week. |
The Clash, |
I'm So Bored With The U.S.A. |