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(strummer/jones) |
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What are we gonna do now? |
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Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a jew? |
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'cause they're working for the clampdown |
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They put up a poster saying we earn more than you! |
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When we're working for the clampdown |
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We will teach our twisted speech |
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To the young believers |
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We will train our blue-eyed men |
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To be young believers |
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The judge said five to ten-but i say double that again |
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I'm not working for the clampdown |
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No man born with a living soul |
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Can be working for the clampdown |
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Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall |
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How can you refuse it? |
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Let fury have the hour, anger can be power |
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D'you know that you can use it? |
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The voices in your head are calling |
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Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming |
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Only a fool would think someone could save you |
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The men at the factory are old and cunning |
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You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin' |
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It's the best years of your life they want to steal |
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You grow up and you calm down |
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You're working for the clampdown |
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You start wearing the blue and brown |
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You're working for the clampdown |
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So you got someone to boss around |
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It makes you feel big now |
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You drift until you brutalize |
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You made your first kill now |
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In these days of evil presidentes |
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Working for the clampdown |
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But lately one or two has fully paid their due |
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For working for the clampdown |
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But ha! gitalong! gitalong! |
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And i've given away no secrets |
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Who's barmy now? |
