Lyrics:

(The Clash)



BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION

AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK

COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING

THAT REACTIVE SPARK



EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN

OR DOWN IN THE MEAT RACK

LONGTIME I FEEL COLD

TO SEND CINDERELLA'S SHOE BACK



ALONG THE LENGTH OF THE WIRE

PARTY JAM ON THE LINE

I CAN'T HEAR A THING

CAN'T GET NO NUMBER NINE



NOW WE MUST GET IN TOUCH

IF THE NIGHT IS TO BURN

SOMEONE OUT THERE IN LUCK

LEND ME YOUR STAR FOR A TURN



AS HEROES FIX THEIR HAIR

SOME ARE SAVING THEIR BREATH

JUST ON THE WALKWAYS TONIGHT

FOR A GLUE BAG DEATH



SCREENS FLICK IN UNISON

SOME GAZE AT THE SOUL

FROM THE TIERS AND THE HEIGHTS

GO FOR THE FIFTEENTH FLOOR STROLL



IT'S IMMEDIATELY OBVIOUS;

ANYBODY STAR-GILT

WOULD HAVE LEFT THIS CLUB

WAY BEFORE IT WAS BUILT



THIS STRIKES YOU SO LATE

AS THE GUY WITH THE BROOM

SWEEPS YOU AND THE BOTTLES

RIGHT OUT OF THE ROOM



NOW I WASH IN THE FACTORY

CONFESS IN THE TILE HOUSE

I DON'T NEED TO BLEED ANYBODY

TO STRIKE OUT



TODAY MY GODFATHER

HE SENT A NOTE FROM THE JAIL

SAID GO GET 'EM KID

BUT DON'T GET CHAINED TO THE RAIL



BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION

AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK

COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING

THAT ROMANTIC SPARK



EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN

OR DOWN IN THE MEAT RACK

LONG TIME I FEEL COLD

TO SEND CINDERELLA'S SHOE BACK