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The Clash This is England

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Description This is England The Clash
PUNK Rock England Bernard Rhodes Joe Strummer Clash culture Politics debate, Fashion plus lyrics:
I hear a gang fight on a human factory farm,
Are they howling out or doing somebody harm?
On a catwalk jungle some-body grabbed my arm.
Her voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm.
This is England,
This knife of Sheffield steel.
This is England,
This is how we feel.
Time on his hands, a freezing row of stones,
He won't go for the carrot,
They beat him by the pole,
Some sunny day con-fronted by his soul,
He's out at sea, so far off, he can't go home.
This is England,
What I'm sup-posed to die for.
This is England,
And we're never gonna cry no more.
Black shadow of the Vincent,
Falls on a Triumph line.
I got my motorcycle jacket,
But I'm walking all the time.
A South Atlantic wind blows,
Ice from a dying creed.
I see no glory,
When will we be free?
This is England,
We can chain you to a rail.
This is England,
We can kill you in a jail.
The British boots go kick them,
Got 'em in the head.
Police ain't watchin'
A newspaper's being read.
Who dares to protest
E-nough to react like a flame?
Out came the batons and,
The British warn them-selves.
This is England,
This land of il-legal dances.
This is England,
Land of one thousand stances.
This is England,
This knife of Sheffield steel.
This is England,
This is how we feel.
This is England,
This is England.
Repeat to fade
PUNK Rock England Bernard Rhodes Joe Strummer Clash culture Politics debate, Fashion plus lyrics:
I hear a gang fight on a human factory farm,
Are they howling out or doing somebody harm?
On a catwalk jungle some-body grabbed my arm.
Her voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm.
This is England,
This knife of Sheffield steel.
This is England,
This is how we feel.
Time on his hands, a freezing row of stones,
He won't go for the carrot,
They beat him by the pole,
Some sunny day con-fronted by his soul,
He's out at sea, so far off, he can't go home.
This is England,
What I'm sup-posed to die for.
This is England,
And we're never gonna cry no more.
Black shadow of the Vincent,
Falls on a Triumph line.
I got my motorcycle jacket,
But I'm walking all the time.
A South Atlantic wind blows,
Ice from a dying creed.
I see no glory,
When will we be free?
This is England,
We can chain you to a rail.
This is England,
We can kill you in a jail.
The British boots go kick them,
Got 'em in the head.
Police ain't watchin'
A newspaper's being read.
Who dares to protest
E-nough to react like a flame?
Out came the batons and,
The British warn them-selves.
This is England,
This land of il-legal dances.
This is England,
Land of one thousand stances.
This is England,
This knife of Sheffield steel.
This is England,
This is how we feel.
This is England,
This is England.
Repeat to fade
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