(Strummer/Rhodes)
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Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years
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Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again
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Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion
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Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia
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You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
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You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did
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Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again
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& who knows any better than to kick and scratch under English weather
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From a chain gang to the mill. The mill that sits on top of the hill
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The fog drowned towns arr gonna have to fade
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The wrong side of the a scissor blade
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You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
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You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did
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I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick
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They own the pack while we play the three card trick
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Dont you remember the place
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Where we hid the ace?
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Yeah not thick but slick
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Now we all gotta play the three card trick
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Three Card Trick
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The Clash |