Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros Lyrics

3. X-Ray Style

I see a million walk the city mile 
The tickertape kings and the juveniles 
Will anybody tell me which way to go? 
Will anybody come back on the C.B radio? 

And I'm counting the stars, and the telegraph poles 
And each one represents the hope of a soul 
You'd think that god wouldn't be so hard 
When you see all the little children running, 
Running in the backyard 

On a Mississippi gourd, with a Sub-Sahra song 
Somebody is wailing in the financial district sun 
Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile? 
I wanna live, and I wanna dance awhile 

Gonna make like Eddie on my rockabilly train 
Gonna beat out the blues on my ball and chain 
Oh you cant pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gun 
There's People living now, who ain't got no heart, 
And ain't never had none 

Down on the border they crawl all the way 
To get a clip of living with a clean-all spray 
Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile? 
I wanna live, I wanna dance awhile 

You cant pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gun 
There's People living now, who ain't got no heart, 
And ain't never had none 

I hear a payphone ringing out on murder mile 
And the sucker who picks up, gets his number dialed 
And all the sparkling waters that ever flowed 
Could never wash down this town 
So clean that it glowed 
And I need to see in an X-Ray style 
I need some rock art that don't come in phial 
Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile? 
I wanna dance, I wanna dance awhile

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