The Clash Lyrics
18. First Night Back In London
The mini cab The driver is black This time of night You better sit in the back Got a few smokes Under your hat The cops are lookin' out For the petrol on the black This time I think So what the hell There's that female I know too well Why should I lean Get out my mind again I ridin' in the back alone The stranger rides again To see my lovely town That always brings you down Where every drifter drifts For many miles around We take a casual drive For two miles up the road The cops pull us over And search right through our clothes They give him hell They check him on the air I sit there with the drugs in my hair As soon as I get home I call Heathrow Want a standby fare to Borneo
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