The Clash on Broadway
Clash, The lyrics
Clash, The lyrics
"Washington Bullets Lyrics"
Promise Me Lyrics
My Friend You've been with me From the beginning Of everything. The beginning of you The beginning of me You always save me
My Friend You've been with me From the beginning Of everything. The beginning of you The beginning of me You always save me
Oh! Mama, Mama look there!
Your children are playing in that street again
Don't you know what happened down there?
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town
The killing clowns, the blood money men
Are shooting those Washington bullets again
As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende, and the days before,
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara,
In the Santiago Stadium,
Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again
And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,
Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun,
For Castro is a colour,
Is a redder than red,
Those Washingto
Number 4 Lyrics
Number 4 In the beginning There was one-- Himself had just began Then along came Number 2-- The other way round is your clue And after that came
n bullets want Castro deadNumber 4 In the beginning There was one-- Himself had just began Then along came Number 2-- The other way round is your clue And after that came
For Castro is the colour...
...That will earn you a spray of lead
For the very first time ever,
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua,
There was no interference from America
Human rights in America
Well the people fought the leader,
And up he flew...
With no Washington bullets what
I Can't Lie Lyrics
[Verse 1:] So many times I had imagined you You were a dream waiting to come true I've never made this kind of wish before But then again I never wanted
else could he do?[Verse 1:] So many times I had imagined you You were a dream waiting to come true I've never made this kind of wish before But then again I never wanted
'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel
That the Moscow bullets missed
Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist...
...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet,
How many monks did the Chinese get?
In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,
'N' check the British bullets in his armoury
Que?
Sandinista!