Gangsterville

Joe Strummer

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    Now's the time your visions and your shreds
    Turned out to be the cheap imported threads
    The flag reeled out in a cotton kite
    Flying miles above the wheatlands in a single stripe
    The Revolution came and the Revolution went
    The chemical rain left the message on the tent
    Wanted: one man to lead a crusade
    Payment: a bullet on a big parade

    Down in Gangsterville
    Where any sane people already crawled under the house
    Yeah Gangsterville--the television is always thinking about
    Real people--especially when it's hungry

    Final decisions are made by the club
    And implemented by the shadow of a glove
    And sitting in a coffeehouse reading words
    We got popcorn salesmen for protection from the world
    Went through extensive preparations
    I learned all about the other nations
    When freedom was defined as a word in a book
    I learned if you're plugged into something then baby you're hooked

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    Into Gangsterville
    I searched for a rose or some sweet juice of water
    Gangsterville--people are giving
    A black lady sobbed on a step--God bless the little born

    On the other hand, sitting next to a evil crew
    They just got down from floor eighty-two
    Been selling Indian reservations
    Coming in looking for some jazz and a little libations
    I like the same kind of beer
    I gotta get right out of here
    I'm going to New Orleans--gonna buy me a prayer
    Gonna call somebody from a call box there

    Hell this is Gangsterville
    Bring your money to the shore
    No automatic weapons on the jetty
    Oh Gangsterville--electro shields on the phalanx
    Club the Mayor in the streets--it's a chewable fecie

    My kind, we are the worst kind
    Got enough shrinks working on us
    To defy paralysis, identify analysis
    Just wanna hold my carburettor bible
    Snapping to attention--eyes on the horizon
    Keep your filter clean--wipe the oil from your dreams
    Keep our hopes pinned to the Southern Cross
    You got to believe in something or you feel a sense of loss

    Down in Gangsterville
    Pelicans dying strangling on a six can strap
    Gansterville shut off all the power burn out all the gasoline
    Stop writing things on screens.

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