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Something About England (Remastered)

The Clash2013年9月9日

Something About England (Remastered) 歌詞

Something About England (Remastered) - The Clash

They say immigrants steal the hubcaps

 

Of the respected gentlemen

 

They say it would be wine an' roses

 

If England were for Englishmen again

 

Well I saw a dirty overcoat

 

At the foot of the pillar of the road

 

Propped inside was an old man

Whom time would not erode

 

When the night was snapped by sirens

 

Those blue lights circled fast

The dancehall called for an' ambulance

 

The bars all closed up fast

 

My silence gazing at the ceiling

While roaming the single room

I thought the old man could help me

If he could explain the gloom

You really think it's all new

You really think about it too

 

The old man scoffed as he spoke to me

 

I'll tell you a thing or two

 

I missed the fourteen-eighteen war

 

But not the sorrow afterwards

 

With my father dead and my mother ran off

 

My brothers took the pay of hoods

 

The twenties turned the north was dead

The hunger strike came marching south

 

At the garden party not a word was said

 

The ladies lifted cake to their mouths

 

The next war began and my ship sailed

 

With battle orders writ in bed

 

In five long years of bullets and shells

 

We left tem million dead

 

The few returned to old Piccadily

We limped around Leicster Square

The world was busy rebuilding itself

 

The architects could not care

 

But how could we know when I was young

All the canges that were to come

 

All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield

 

And now the terror of the scientific sun

There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs

They taught you how to touch your cap

 

But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace

 

England never closed this gap

 

So leave me now the moon is up

 

But remember all the tales I tell

 

The memories that you have dredged up

Are on letters forwarded from hell

 

The streets were by now deserted

The gangs had trudged off home

The lights clicked off in the bedsits

 

An' old England was all alone