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..
Now lightning strikes in old. New York. It may be dark but I wanna talk. It might rain, it might snow. Too many things I got to know. If this is spring than it's time to sing.
Now lightning strikes in old. New york. It may be dark but I wanna talk. It might rain, it might snow. Too many things I got to know. If this is spring than it's time to sing.
I wasn't going that far. The junkie slip!. I said I wasn't doin' it. The junkie slip!. Yea thought I'd find a rhythm in the junkie town. Thought I'd find a rhythm when the junkies hang around.
So you're on the floor, at fifty-four. Think you can last, at the palace. Does your body go, to the to and fro. Tonight's the night, or didn't you know.
There is a train at Version City. Waiting for the rhythm mail. If you can jump then jump right now. She can pull you through to better days. . Is that the train that the speak off.
As the floods of God. Wash away thin air. They say it was written. In the page of the Lord. But I was looking. For that great jazz note. That destroyed.
(Short version of Strummer/Jones). . You have the right not to be killed. Murder is a crime. Unless it is done by a policeman. . CHORUS. Know your rights, know your rights.