It's Lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie She giggle at the screen 'cos it looks so green There's carpets on the pavement and feathers in her eye
went out and got our name in small print on the poster Of course we got a manager and though he ain't the mafia A contract is a contract, when they get 'em
doing here You're supposed to be a star Not a cheapskate bleeding queer" Like a load of rats from a sinking ship You slag us down to save your hip But you don't give
When Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah, tala He's coming by bus or underground, hurrah, tala A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so
(Strummer/Jones) Drug stabbing time Well I got working on the Ford line A paying off the big fine Drug stabbin' time Drug stabbin' time Is from nine
Everybody's looking for Last gang in town You better watch out for They're all comin' around The sport of today is exciting The in crowd are into infighting
I swear by Almighty God To tell the whole truth And nothing but the truth Guns guns Guns guns Guns guns Guns guns They torture all the women and children
We met when we were at school Never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools The teacher says we're dumb, we're only having fun You know we piss on
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
Well, I just got back an? I wish I never leave now (Where?d you go?) Who that Martian arrival at the airport, yeah? (Where?d you go?) How many local
: (Strummer/Jones) 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
: (Traditional; Arranged By Strummer/Jones) When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again He's Coming By Bus Or Underground A Woman's Eye Will Shed A Tear To
: (Strummer/Jones) Everybody's Looking For Last Gang In Town You Better Watch Out For They're All Comin' Around The Sport Of Today Is Exciting The In
: (Strummer/Jones) 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
: (The Clash) I Swear By Almighty God To Tell The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth Guns Guns They Torture All The Women And Children Then They'
: (Strummer/Jones) Drug Stabbing Time Well I Got Working On The Ford Line A Paying Off The Big Fine Drug Stabbin' Time Drug Stabbin' Time Is From Nine
: (Strummer/Jones) It's Lucy In The Sky And All Kinds Of Apple Pie She Giggles At The Screen 'Cos It Looks So Green There's Carpets On The Pavements
Got Our Name In Small Print On The Poster Of Course We Got A Manger Though He Ain't The Mafia A Contract Is A Contract When They Get 'Em Out On Yer You
