Songs of the CLASH THE

Radio Clash – Clash, The

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Stealing all transmissions Beaming from the mountaintop Using aural ammunition With extreme prejudice On a terminator mission This is Radio Clash Consider your position Step it up, get down

Play To Win – Clash, The

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Spoken Voice: Hey wotcha! (??) 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

This Is England – Clash, The

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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

The Right Profile – Clash, The

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In Red River? Or a place in the sun? Maybe the Misfits? Or From Here to Eternity? Everybody say, “Is he all right?” And everybody say, “What’s he like?”

City Of The Dead – Clash, The

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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

Lose This Skin – Clash, The

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Come with me. I won’t hide We’ll go away on a ride We’ll meet each day, use time to see While we’re young and almost free I’ve got to

Rudie Can’t Fail – Clash, The

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Sing, Michael, sing On the route of the 19 Bus! We hear them sayin’ How you get a rude and a-reckless? Don’t you be so crude and a feckless

Spanish Bombs – Clash, The

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the shooting sites in the days of ’39. Oh, please leave, the VENTANA open. Federico Lorca is dead and gone: bullet holes in the cemetery walls, the black cars

Junkie Slip – Clash, The

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The junkie slip! I said I wasn’t doin’ it The junkie slip! Yea thought I’d find a rhythm in the junkie town Thought I’d find a rhythm when the

Broadway – Clash, The

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“It ain’t my fault It’s 6 ‘o’clock in the morning” He said As he came up out of the night When he found I had no coins to bum,