The Clash - The Story Of The Clash Volume 1 [compilation] (1988) by The Clash (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a' cruisnin' down the ville
The muezzin was a' standing
On the radiator grille

CHORUS
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah

By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail

CHORUS

Now over at the temple
Oh! They really pack 'em in
The in crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive

CHORUS

The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way

As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare

As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed

CHORUS

He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it.
You know he really hates it.

ORBITING YOUR LIVING ROOM,
CASHING IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS
CUBAN ARMY SURPLUS OR REFUSING ALL THIRD LIGHTS
THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE

THIS SOUND DOES NOT SUBSCRIBE
TO THE INTERNATIONAL PLAN
IN THE PSYCHO SHADOW OF THE WHITE RIGHT HAND
THEN THAT SEE GHETTOLOGY AS AN URBAN VIET NAM
GIVING DEADLY EXHIBITIONS OF MURDER BY NAPALM

THIS IS RADIO CLASH TEARING UP THE SEVEN VEILS
THIS IS RADIO CLASH PLEASE SAVE US, NOT THE WHALES
THIS IS RADIO CLASH UNDERNEATH A MUSHROOM CLOUD
THIS IS RADIO CLASH
YOU DON'T NEED THAT FUNERAL SHROUD

FORCES HAVE BEEN LOOTING
MY HUMANITY
CURFEWS HAVE BEEN CURBING
THE END OF LIBERTY

HANDS OF LAW HAVE SORTED THROUGH
MY IDENTITY
BUT NOW THIS SOUND IS BRAVE
AND WANTS TO BE FREE - ANYWAY TO BE FREE

THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE
THIS IS NOT FREE EUROPE
NOH AN ARMED FORCE NETWORK
THIS IS RADIO CLASH USING AUDIO AMMUNITION
THIS IS RADIO CLASH CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN?
THIS IS RADIO CLASH USING AURAL AMMUNITION
THIS IS RADIO CLASH CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN?
THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE
ORBITING YOUR LIVING ROOM,
CASHING IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS
THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE
THIS IS RADIO CLASH EVERYBODY HOLD ON TIGHT

A-RIGGY DIGGY DIG DANG DANG

GO BACK TO URBAN 'NAM

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 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
An' 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?
쮁aves que robas me querda?
Come on and let me know
Me tienes que desir
Should I cool it or should I blow?
쭻e debo ir o quedarme?

Should I stay or should I go now?
쮇o 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?
쮇o me frio o lo sophlo?

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

Y'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

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

What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
'Cause they're working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we're working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers

The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again
I'm not working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know that you can use it?

The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'
It's the best years of your life they want to steal

You grow up and you calm down
You're working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown
You're working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now

In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown
But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!

And I've given away no secrets
Who's barmy now?

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

CHORUS
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

CHORUS

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

CHORUS

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

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
But you'll have to answer to
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

Breakin' rocks in the hot sun
I fought the law and the law won (twice)
I needed money 'cause I had none
I fought the law and the law won (twice)

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 (twice)
I lost my girl and I lost my fun
I fought the law and the law won (twice)

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 (7 times)
I fought the law and the

Someone lights a cigarette
While riding in a car
Some ol' guy takes a swig
And passes back the jar
But where they were last night
No-one can remember
Somebody got murdered
Goodbye, for keeps, forever

Somebody got murdered
Somebody's dead forever

And you're minding your own business
Carrying spare change
You wouldn't cosh a barber
You're hungry all the same
I been very tempted
To grab it from the till
I been very hungry
But not enough to kill

Somebody got murdered
His name cannot be found
A small stain on the pavement
They'll scrub it off the ground
As the daily crown disperses
No-one says that much
Somebody got murdered
And it' left me with a touch

Somebody got murdered
Somebody's dead forever
Sounds like murder!
Those shouts!
Are they drunk down below?

It's late, and my watch stopped
Some time ago
Sounds like murder!
Those screams!
Are they drunk down below?

CHORUS
I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in her for that special offer
A guaranteed personality

I wasn't born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see

I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
That's how it's been all around me

CHORUS

I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes
I save coupons from packets of tea
I've got my giant hit discoteque album
I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free

The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls
Make me noises for company
Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely

CHORUS

And it's not hear
It disappear
I'm all lost

MY DADDY WAS A BANKROBBER
BUT HE NEVER HURT NOBODY
HE JUST LOVED TO LIVE THAT WAY
AND HE LOVED TO STEAL YOUR MONEY

SOME IS RICH, AND SOME IS POOR
THAT'S THE WAY THE WORLD IS
BUT I DON'T BELIEVE IN LYING BACK
SAYlN' HOW BAD YOUR LUCK IS

SO WE CAME TO JAZZ IT UP
WE NEVER LOVED A SHOVEL
BREAK YOUR BACK TO EARN YOUR PAY
AN' DON'T FORGET TO GROVEL

THE OLD MAN SPOKE UP IN A BAR
SAID I NEVER BEEN IN PRISON
A LIFETIME SERVING ONE MACHINE
IS TEN TIMES WORSE THAN PRISON

IMAGINE IF ALL THE BOYS IN JAIL
COULD GET OUT NOW TOGETHER
WHADDA YOU THINK THEY'D WANT TO SAY TO US?
WHILE WE WAS BEING CLEVER

SOMEDAY YOU'LL MEET YOUR ROCKING CHAIR
COS THAT'S WHERE WE'RE SPINNING
THERE'S NO POINT TO WANNA COMB YOUR HAIR
WHEN IT'S GREY AND THINNING

RUN RABBIT RUN
STRIKE OUT BOYS, FOR THE HILLS
I CAN FIND THAT HOLE IN THE WALL
AND I KNOW THAT THEY NEVER WILL

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 an' 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

He's in love with rock'n'roll woaahh
He's in love with gettin' stoned woaahh
He's in love with Janie Jones
But he don't like his boring job, no...

An' he knows what he's got to do
So he knows he's gonna have fun with you
You lucky lady!
An' he knows when the evening comes
When his job is done he'll be over in his car for you

An' in the in-tray lots of work
But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks
But he's just like everyone, he's got a Ford Cortina
That just won't run without fuel
Fill her up, Jacko!

An' the invoice it don't quite fit,
There's no payola in his alphabetical file
This time he's gonna really tell the boss
Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels
It's pretty bad!

Let them know - how you feel

TOMMY GUN
YOU AIN'T HAPPY LESS YOU GOT ONE
TOMMY GUN
AIN'T GONNA SHOOT THE PLACE UP
JUST FOR FUN
MAYBE HE WANTS TO DIE FOR THE MONEY
MAYBE HE WANTS TO KILL FOR HIS COUNTRY
WHATEVER HE WANTS, HE'S GONNA GET IT!

TOMMY GUN
YOU BETTER STRIP IT DOWN FOR A CUSTOM RUN
TOMMY GUN
WAITING IN THE AIRPORT 'TILL KINGDOM COME
AN' WE CAN WATCH YOU MAKE IT
ON THE NINE O'CLOCK NEWS
STANDING THERE IN PALESTINE LIGHTING THE FUSE
WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT

TOMMY GUN
YOU'LL BE DEAD WHEN YOUR WAR IS WON
TOMMY GUN
BUT DID YOU HAVE TO GUN DOWN EVERYONE?
I CAN SEE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
A NATION OF DESTINY HAS GOT TO BE FULFILLED
WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!

TOMMY GUN
YOU CAN BE A HERO IN AN AGE OF NONE
TOMMY GUN
I'M CUTTING OUT YOUR PICTURE FROM PAGE ONE
I'M GONNA GET A JACKET JUST LIKE YOURS
AN' GIVE MY FALSE SUPPORT TO YOUR CAUSE
WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!

BOATS AN' TANKS AND PLANES, IT'S YOUR GAME
KINGS AN' QUEENS AN' GENERALS LEARN YOUR NAME
I SEE ALL THE INNOCENTS, THE HUMAN SACRIFICE
AND IF DEATH COMES SO CHEAP
THEN THE SAME GOES FOR LIFE!

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
An' 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!

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
'COS 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

White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own

Black people gotta lot a problems
But they don't mind throwing a brick
White people go to school
Where they teach you how to be thick

An' everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
An' nobody wants
To go to jail!

All the power's in the hands
Of people rich enough to buy it
While we walk the street
Too chicken to even try it

Everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
Nobody wants
To go to jail!

Are you taking over
or are you taking orders?
Are you going backwards
Or are you going forwards?

The 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 an' 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

WELL, I JUST GOT BACK AN' I WISH I NEVER
LEAVE NOW
WHO DAT MARTIAN ARRIVAL AT THE AIRPORT?
HOW MANY LOCAL DOLLARS FOR A LOCAL ANAESTHETIC?
THE JOHNNY ON THE CORNER WAS A VERY SYMPATHETIC

I WENT TO THE PLACE WHERE EVERY WHITE FACE IS AN
INVITATION TO ROBBERY
AN' SITTING HERE IN MY SAFE EUROPEAN HOME
I DON'T WANNA GO BACK THERE AGAIN

WASN'T I LUCKY N' WOULDN'T IT BE LOVERLY?
SEND US ALL CARDS, AN' HAVE A LAYING IN ON A SUNDAY
I WAS THERE FOR TWO WEEKS, SO HOW COME I NEVER TELL
THAT NATTY DREAD DRINKS AT THE SHERATON HOTEL?

NOW THEY GOT THE SUN, AN' THEY GOT THE PALM TREES
THEY GOT THE WEED, AN' THEY GOT THE TAXIS
WHOA, THE HARDER THEY COME, N' THE HOME OF OL' BLUEBEAT
YES I'D STAY AN' BE A TOURIST BUT I CAN'T TAKE THE GUNPLAY

WE MET WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL
NEVER TOOK NO SHIT FROM NO ONE, WE WEREN'T FOOLS
THE TEACHER SAYS WE'RE DUMB
WE'RE ONLY HAVING FUN
WE PISS ON EVERYONE
IN THE CLASSROOM

WHEN WE GOT THROWN OUT I LEFT WITHOUT MUCH FUSS
AN' WEEKENDS WE'D GO DANCING
DOWN STREATHAM ON THE BUS
YOU ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH

GOT ME IN BAD FIGHTS
PLAY ME POOL ALL NIGHT
SMOKIN' MENTHOL

I PRACTISED DAILY IN MY ROOM
YOU WERE DOWN THE CROWN PLANNING YOUR NEXT MOVE
GO ON A NICKING SPREE
HIT THE WRONG GUY
EACH OF YOU GET THREE
YEARS IN BRIXTON

I DID MY VERY BEST TO WRITE
HOW WAS BUTLINS?
WERE THE SCREWS TOO TIGHT?
WHEN YOU LOT GET OUT
WERE GONNA HIT THE TOWN
WE'LL BURN IT FUCKIN' DOWN
TO A CINDER

COS YEARS HAVE PASSED AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED
AND I MOVE ANYWAY I WANNA GO
I'LL NEVER FORGET THE FEELING I GOT
WHEN I HEARD THAT YOU'D GOT HOME
AN' I'LL NEVER FORGET THE SMILE ON MY FACE
'COS I KNEW WHERE YOU WOULD BE
AN' IF YOU'RE IN THE CROWN TONIGHT
HAVE A DRINK ON ME
BUT GO EASY...STEP LIGHTLY...STAY FREE

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
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

CHORUS
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out-and draw another breath
London calling-and I don't wanna shout
But when 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

CHORUS

Now get this
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?

I never felt so much a' like

Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the vendanna open
Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight

CHORUS
Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito
Yote querda, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon

Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud

CHORUS

The hillsides ring with "Free the people"
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight
Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon

WHEN JOHNNY COMES
MARCHING HOME AGAIN
HE'S COMING BY BUS OR UNDERGROUND
A WOMAN'S EYE WILL SHED A TEAR
TO SEE HIS FACE SO BEATEN IN FEAR
AN' IT WAS JUST AROUND THE CORNER IN THE ENGLISH CIVIL WAR

IT WAS STILL AT THE STAGE OF CLUBS AND FISTS
WHEN THAT WELL-KNOWN FACE GOT BEATEN TO BITS
YOUR FACE WAS BLUE IN THE LIGHT OF THE SCREEN
AS WE WATCHED THE SPEECH OF AN ANIMAL SCREAM
THE NEW PARTY ARMY WAS MARCHING RIGHT OVER OUR HEADS

ALRIGHT

THERE YOU ARE, HA HA, I TOLD YOU SO
SAYS EVERYBODY THAT WE KNOW
BUT WHO HID A RADIO UNDER THE STAIRS
AN' WHO GOT CAUGHT OUT ON THEIR UNAWARES?
WHEN THAT NEW PARTY ARMY CAME MARCHING RIGHT UP THE STAIRS

WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN
NOBODY UNDERSTANDS IT CAN HAPPEN AGAIN
THE SUN IS SHINING AN' THE KIDS ARE SHOUTING LOUD
BUT YOU GOTTA KNOW IT'S SHINING THROUGH A CRACK IN THE CLOUD
AND THE SHADOWS KEEP FALLING WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME

Oh yeah!
Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street
Oh yeah!
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition

From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me
From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me

And all the crowd comes in day by day
No one stop it in anyway
And all the peacemaker turn war officer
Hear what I say

Vocal ad lib

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
From Genesis oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah

Scaring, fighting the nation
Shooting, shooting their guns and ammunition

Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Here come, here come, here come
The station is bombed
Get out get out get out you people
If you don't wanna get blown up

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