SOMEBODY GOT MURDERED
– THE CLASH
Somebody got murdered,
His name cannot be
found,
A small stain on the
pavement,
They'll scrub it off
the ground.
GUNS OF BRIXTON – THE
CLASH
When they kick at
your front door,
How you gonna come?
With your hands on
your head,
Or on the trigger of
your gun.
LONDON CALLING -- THE CLASH
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 high,
Except for that one
with the yellowy eyes.
The ice age is
coming, the sun’s 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
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