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The Clash

Stop The World

 

Stop The World

(albüm: Super Black Market Clash - 1993)


the panorama of the city is wrong
in fact the city seems to be gone!
burning rubber and smoke in my eyes
there's a flat burning junkheap
for twenty square miles!
they took it into the nuclear mine
judging by this, they left nothing behind
down in the bunkers in the crust of the earth
now crouch the wealthy and the noble of birth

if i could a ride a train around the city
that holds this as our fate
i'd hide from electro-circuit central
to the shock inducer gate
not forgetting the by-pass
across the washington hooks
through the phones and desks and screens
of the kremlin's crook of crooks

there's some panel in a circuit board
destination of the override
scanning the wild wind
blowing through the berlin corridor
spotlit in a palace, shielded from dust
malfunction or not, the failsafe is the crux
so far away from us,
shaking with the mystery tears
one lonely night in ladbroke grove
far away in the deserts of omaha!
they got it nailed down-swiss tight!
the bank notes of europe
the emperors and kings
curl in the autumn as the burning of leaves
and i've cleaned my black guitar...

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