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72 lines
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The kingdom is ransacked, the jewels all taken back
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And the chopper descends
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They're hidden in the back, with a message on a half-baked tape
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With the spool going round, saying I'm back here in this place
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And I could cry
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And there's smoke you could click on
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What are we going to do now?
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Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
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'Cause working for the clampdown
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They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
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When we're working for the clampdown
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We will teach our twisted speech
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To the young believers
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We will train our blue-eyed men
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To be young believers
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The judge said five to ten but I say double that again
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I'm not working for the clampdown
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No man born with a living soul
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Can be working for the clampdown
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Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall
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How can you refuse it?
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Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
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Do you know that you can use it?
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The voices in your head are calling
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Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming
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Only a fool would think someone could save you
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The men at the factory are old and cunning
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You don't owe nothing, so boy, get running
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It's the best years of your life they want to steal
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You grow up and you calm down
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And you're working for the clampdown
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You start wearing the blue and brown
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And you're working for the clampdown
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So you got someone to boss around
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It makes you feel big now
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You drift until you brutalize
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You made your first kill now
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In these days of evil presidentes
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Working for the clampdown
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But lately one or two has fully paid their due
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For working for the clampdown
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Ha, get along, get along
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Working for the clampdown
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Ha, get along, get along
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Working for the clampdown
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Yeah, I'm working hard in Harrisburg
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Working hard in Petersburg
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Working for the clampdown
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Working for the clampdown
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Begging to be melted down
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Work, work, work
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And I give away no secrets
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Work, more work, more work
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Name Clampdown
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Artist The Clash
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Album London Calling
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