The Clash Lyrics
11. Inoculated City
The soldier boy for his soliders pay Obeys the seargent at arms whatever he says The seargent will for his seargent's pay Obey the captain 'til his dying day The captain will for his captain's pay Obey the general order of battle play The generals bow to the government Obey the charge you must not relent What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars? What are they saying in the publiz bazaar? We are tired of the tune You must not relent At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes Another boy from another side The bulletins that steady come in say those Familiar words at the top of the hour The jamming city increases its hum And those terrible words continue to come Through bras music of government hear those Guns tattoo a roll on the drums No-one mentions the neighboring war No one knows what they're fighting for We are tired of the tune You must not relent
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