Clash, The
(White Man) In Hammersmith Palais
Midnight to six manFor the first time from JamaicaDillinger and Leroy SmartDelroy Wilson, your cool operatorKen Boothe for UK pop reggaeWith backing bands, sound systemsAnd if they've got anything to sayThere's many black ears here to listenBut it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage rightCharging from the bass knives to the trebleBut onstage they ain't got no roots, rock rebelOnstage they ain't got no roots, rock rebelDress back, jump back, this is a bluebeat attackBecause it won't get you anywhereFooling with your gunsThe British Army is waiting out thereAnd it weighs fifteen hundred tonsWhite youth, black youthBetter find another solutionWhy not phone up Robin HoodAnd ask him for some wealth distributionLetras de cancionesPunk rockers in the UKThey won't notice anywayThey're all too busy fightingFor a good place under the lightingThe new groups are not concernedWith what there is to be learnedThey got Burton suits, ha, you think it's funnyTurning rebellion into moneyAll over people changing their votesAlong with their overcoatsIf Adolf Hitler flew in todayThey'd send a limousine anywayI'm the all night drug-prowling wolfWho looks so sick in the sunI'm the white man in the PalaisJust looking for funI'm onlyLooking for fun
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