Lyrics:

(Strummer/Jones)



1-2-3-4!

Hey, hey!

Ooh!



Jimmy's outside but you can't take him back for the drama of design

They hit him in the back and see the long arm dropped over the school cuisines

They say now back and hands facing the sidewalk as they slowly click on



What are we gonna do now?

Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?

'Cos working for the clampdown

They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!

When we're working for the clampdown

We will teach our twisted speech

To the young believers

We will train our blue-eyed men

To be young believers



The judge said five to ten but I say double that again

I'm not working for the clampdown

No man born with a living soul

Can be working for the clampdown

Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall

How can you refuse it?

Let fury have the hour, anger can be power

D'you know that you can use it?



The voices in your head are calling

Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming

Only a fool would think someone could save you

The men at the factory are old and cunning

You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'

It's the best years of your life they want to steal



You grow up and you calm down and

You're working for the clampdown

You start wearing the blue and brown and

You're working for the clampdown

So you got someone to boss around

It makes you feel big now

You drift until you brutalize

You made your first kill now



In these days of evil presidentes

Working for the clampdown

But lately one or two has fully paid their due

For working for the clampdown

Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!

Working for the clampdown

Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!

Working for the clampdown



Yeah I'm working hard in Harrisburg

Working hard in Petersburg

Working for the clampdown

Working for the clampdown

Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong

Begging to be melted down

Gitalong, gitalong

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And I give away no secrets – ha!

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