[Verse 1]
Punk rockers, hip-hoppers
Brit poppers, show stoppers
Beboppers, hair droppers
Are you ready to sing?
Right wing, left wing
I want something
Easy to say
Bout what do you think
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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
[Verse 2]
With my guitar now
The cuban's last dance
I see them where they beating from
And the injuries stay
Beating on a drum
Did they tell them take it in'
Got the nervous sort of feeling
Where the fat boy blew
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[Verse 3]
Home fires burning
In motorcycle city
The rocking gods will choose
If i'm worthy to live (rock rock clash city rockers)
The first to next engine
In jail at forty-six
And there's no more between ya..
To imitate respect
[Chorus]