(Strummer/Jones)
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Hanging about down the market street
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I spent a lot of time on my feet
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When I saw some passing yabbos
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We did chance to speak
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I knew how to sing
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Y' know an
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They knew how to pose
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An' one of them had a Les Paul
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Heart attack machine
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All the young punks
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Laugh your life
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Cos there ain't much to cry for
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All the young cunts
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Live it now
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Cos there ain't much to die for
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Everybody wants to bum
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A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster
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And we went out
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Got our name in small print on the poster
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Of course we got a manger
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Though he ain't the mafia
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A contract is a contract
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When they get 'em out on yer
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You gotta drag yourself to work
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Drag yourself to sleep
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You're dead from the neck up
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By the middle of the week
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Face front you got the future shining
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Like a piece of gold
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But I swear as we get closer
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It look more like a lump of coal
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But it's better than some factory
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Now that's no place to waste your youth
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I worked there for a week once
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I luckily got the boot
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All The Young Punks (New Boots And Contracts)
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| The Clash |
