The Clash:Clampdown

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“Clampdown”
Artist: The Clash
Albums: London Calling (1979)
Composers: Jones/Strummer
Lyricists: Joe Strummer


One, two, three, four!

Heeey! Oooooh!
The kingdom is ransacked
The jewels all taken back
And the chopper descends
They're hidden in the back
With a message on a half-baked tape
With the spool going round
Saying I'm back here in this place
And I could cry
And there's smoke you could click on

And what are we gonna do now?

One, two, three, four
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 running
It's the best years of your life they want to steal

But you grow up and you calm down
And working for the clampdown
You start wearing blue and brown
And working for the clampdown

So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You make 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
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown

Yeah, I’m working hard in Harrisburg
Working hard in Petersburg
Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong
Begging to be melted down

Gitalong, gitalong
Work
Work
Work
And I give away no secrets – ha!
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Who's barmy now?