Clash, The

"It aint my fault
Its 6 oclock in the morning"
He said
As he came up out of the night
When he found I had no coins to bum,
He began to testify
Born in a depression
Born out of good luck
Born into misery
- In the back of a truck..
Im telling you this mister
Dont be put off by looks
I been in the ring and I took those right hooks
Oh the loneliness
Used to knock me out - harder than the rest
And Ive worked for breakfast
N I aint had no lunch
I been on delivery and received every punch
Suddenly I noticed that it werent quite the same
Feel different one morning maybe it was the rain
But everywhere I looked all over the city
Theyre runnin in an out of the bars
Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars
Ysee I allways wanted one of those cars
Long black n shiny an pull up to the bars
Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button,
Hear it coming in
You can say I can see the light... roll!
Forward! Drive! Green lights! Green lights!
Intersection city coming a running comeback home I run back
Not that strong now
Yes whos there now, can I help you? Calling Intel station light
Did you put your money in? Yes I put it in
It say go, I say go, she say go, so we say go
Cos I can see the light all night tonight this night right now
Coming on forward motion across the ocean
An up the hills yeh boys lets strike for the hills
While that petrol tank is full
Gimme a push gimme a pull
Gimme a llama gimme a mule
Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse
Down the avenue
So fine
In style
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