Midnight Log Lyrics - Sandinista - The Clash

Working for the devil 

You'll have to pay his tax 

That means going to see him 

Down among the racks 

You don't believe in him 

but he can wait for you. 

You do his work so fine 

He'll remember you 

Worried for my friend 

As he shows me round the flat 

Where I don't wanna find him 

His lips an' eyelids black 

He don't believe my speech 

That lines can and should be drawn 

Lke if he had a shotgun 

The barrels would be sawn 

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Swallowed by the river 

Swollen by the rains 

That leakin' ol' computer 

Of fingerprints and names 

Swimming in the river 

That floods the neighborhood 

I would call to you 

But it would do no good 

Voting for the law 

That's the general occupation 

First comes the public safety 

Second comes the nation 

You won't believe me now 

But there's been some illumination 

The wisest cops have realized 

They fucked the operation 

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Cooking up the books 

A respected occupation 

The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations 

They don't believe in crime 

They don't know that it exists 

But to understand 

What's right and wrong 

The lawyers work in shifts 

'N speaking of the devil 

He ain't been seen for years 

'Cept every 20 mins 

He zooms between me ears 

I don't believe in books 

But I read all the time 

For ciphers to the riddles 

An' reasons to the rhymes