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Joe Strummer

Gangsterville

 

Gangsterville

(album: Earthquake Weather - 1989)


Nows 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 wheatland in a single stripe
The revolution came the Revolution went
The chemical rain left the message on the tent
Wanted: one man to lead the 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 its hungry

Final decisions are made by the club
And inplemented by the shadow of a glove
And sitting in a coffee house 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

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 the 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 form a call box there

Hello 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 its 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 your hopes pinned on 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
Gangsterville shut off all power burn out all gasoline
Stop writting things on screens

done

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