Car Jamming (Remastered)
The Clash"Car Jamming (Remastered)" is a song by The Clash, released in 1982 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:04 long and contains 53 lines and 254 words.
Lyrics
0:00Car Jamming - The Clash (碰撞乐队)
0:15Tonight they're closing up the world
0:18N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes
0:21And what is that funk multi-national
0:25Anthem rocking from a thousand
0:28King Kong cassette decks
0:31Then a shyboy from Missouri
0:33Boots blown off in a '60s war
0:36Riding aluminium crutches
0:39Now he knows the welfare kindness n'
0:41Agent Orange color blindness
0:44As we works from door to door
0:46The violence in the carpets
0:49The mirror of his wife
0:52Drives the slum-bum dweller
0:54To grind his hunting knife
0:57In homesteads of cigar box-radios
0:59Hive like bees
1:02The body in the ice
1:03Box has no date for freeeeeze
1:14In a car jam
1:18Selling is what selling sells
1:20But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell
1:23The hells
1:25Fanning the ** afflicted leperizing acne
1:31Once inisde the executive
1:36He never leaves his home
1:41Gorillas drag their victiims
1:43Hyenas try to sue
1:46Snakes find grass in concrete
1:49There is no city zoo by
1:52Ventilation units where towers
1:55Meet the streets
1:57The ragged stand in bags
1:59Soaking heat up through their feet
2:01This was the donly kindness
2:04And it was accidental too
2:27Now shaking single engined planes
2:30Traffik-king stereos from Cuba
2:33Buzzed the holy zealot mass
2:35And drowned out Missa Luba
2:37And drowned out Missa Luba
2:40And drowned out Missa Luba
2:43And drowned out Missa Luba
2:45I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
2:48I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
2:50I swear
2:52Hey fellas
2:54Lauren Bacall
2:58In a car jam
3:00Yeah I don't believe it
3:03In a car jam
3:04Ah yeah positively absolutely
Car Jamming - The Clash (碰撞乐队) Tonight they're closing up the world N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes And what is that funk multi-national Anthem rocking from a thousand King Kong cassette decks Then a shyboy from Missouri Boots blown off in a '60s war Riding aluminium crutches Now he knows the welfare kindness n' Agent Orange color blindness As we works from door to door The violence in the carpets The mirror of his wife Drives the slum-bum dweller To grind his hunting knife In homesteads of cigar box-radios Hive like bees The body in the ice Box has no date for freeeeeze In a car jam Selling is what selling sells But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell The hells Fanning the ** afflicted leperizing acne Once inisde the executive He never leaves his home Gorillas drag their victiims Hyenas try to sue Snakes find grass in concrete There is no city zoo by Ventilation units where towers Meet the streets The ragged stand in bags Soaking heat up through their feet This was the donly kindness And it was accidental too Now shaking single engined planes Traffik-king stereos from Cuba Buzzed the holy zealot mass And drowned out Missa Luba And drowned out Missa Luba And drowned out Missa Luba And drowned out Missa Luba I thought I saw Lauren Bacall I thought I saw Lauren Bacall I swear Hey fellas Lauren Bacall In a car jam Yeah I don't believe it In a car jam Ah yeah positively absolutely
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