The Clash:Car Jamming

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“Car Jamming”
Artist: The Clash
Albums: Combat Rock (1982)
Composers: The Clash


Tonight they're closing up the world
And sweeping smoke from cigarettes
And what is that funky multi-national
Anthem rocking from a thousand
King Kong cassette decks
And then this shyboy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminium crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness
Agent Orange color blindness
As he works from door to door

The violence in the carpets
The arrow of his wife (in a car jam)
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife (in a car jam)
In homesteads of cigar box-radios
Hive like bees (in a car jam)
The body in the ice
Box has no date for freeeeeze (in a car jam)

In a car jam

Selling is what selling sells
But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell the 7 hells
Fanning out the drug afflicted leperizing zone
Once inisde the executive
It never leaves his home

Gorillas drag their victims
Hyenas try to sue (in a car jam)
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo (in a car jam)
Ventilation units where towers
Meet the streets (in a car jam)
The ragged stand in bags
Soaking heat up through their feet (in a car jam)
This was the only kindness
And it was accidental too

In a car jam

In a car jam

Now shaking single engined planes
Traffik-king stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass
And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall (in a car jam)
I swear
Hey fellas
Lauren Bacall (in a car jam)
In a car jam
Yeah, I don't believe it
In a car jam
Are you positively absolutely?

In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam

In a car jam
In a car jam

In a car jam