what do you think We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the clash What? We are the clash It's like a patch You can strike that
do you think We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash What? We are the Clash It's like a patch You can strike that match
Übersetzung: The Clash. We Are The Clash.
month meow Some bad cats from fourth street come down to our alley Well we say that's cool but just stay away from me and my boys Eyes clash and claws
To spill your blood to become our wine We'll reborn really where only the wild will survive The clash of wickedness veils Lake Bodom blood red We have
We can't avoid the clash The big mistake Now we're gona pay and pay The sentence of our lives Can't believe I'm asking you to go We used what we could
s doing just what they're told to. nobody wants to go to jail! are you taking over or are you taking orders? are you going backwards or are you going
Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are
: [singing] We are the G, O-D's And we came to rock, the spot Like Ironman Starks They be the illest MC's, in the world today Cappa Raekwon and the R
they would dance so slow to "Just the Way You Are" It was a good good year The kids were alright, "Highway to Hell" beat out "Stayin' Alive" The Clash
you listen to my bid attentively I goin' tell you how she smarter than me Samson was the strongest man long ago No one could a beat him, as we all know Until he clash
as the generals keep the score In this world that we live in There is war and tyranny Chaos and confusion, divided: Who are we? There is peace as well
of Hell - For your body to smell These lyrics are simple to understand There's nothing more for me to say Into the pleasure of pure feeling We all think
years I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real And love to all my niggas that have died out here In this bullshit that we call
to bang with We took a trip to his crib I snatched his hoe and his kids, and this is what we did I tied they punk ass up I cracked the safe with an axe
you are now gone Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell But when them shells come you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn
