Clampdown Lyrics - London Calling - The Clash

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 

What are we going to do now? 

Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? 

'Cause 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 

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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 

Do 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 

You grow up and you calm down 

And you're working for the clampdown 

You start wearing the blue and brown 

And you're working for the clampdown 

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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 

Ha, get along, get along 

Working for the clampdown 

Ha, get along, get along 

Working for the clampdown 

Yeah, I'm working hard in Harrisburg 

Working hard in Petersburg 

Working for the clampdown 

Working for the clampdown 

Begging to be melted down 

Work, work, work 

And I give away no secrets 

Work, more work, more work