paroles de chanson The Magnificent Seven - Remastered - The Clash
The
magnificent
seven
Ring,
ring,
it's
7:00
A.M
Move
y'self
to
go
again
Cold
water
in
the
face
Brings
you
back
to
this
awful
place
Knuckle
merchants
and
you
bankers,
too
Must
get
up
an'
learn
those
rules
Weather
man
and
the
crazy
chief
One
says
sun
and
one
says
sleet
A.M.
and
the
F.M.
the
P.M.
too
Churning
out
that
boogaloo
Gets
you
up
and
gets
you
out
But
how
long
can
you
keep
it
up?
Gimme
Honda,
gimme
Sony
So
cheap
and
real
phony
Hong
Kong
dollars,
Indian
cents
English
pounds
and
Eskimo
pence
You
lot
(What?)
Don't
stop,
give
it
all
you
got
You
lot
(What?)
Don't
stop
(Yeah)
You
lot
(What?)
Don't
stop,
give
it
all
you
got
You
lot
(What?)
Don't
stop
(Yeah)
Working
for
a
rise,
better
my
station
And
take
my
baby
to
sophistication
Seen
the
ads,
she
thinks
it's
nice
Better
work
hard
I
seen
the
price
Never
mind
that
it's
time
for
the
bus
We
got
to
work
an'
you're
one
of
us
Clocks
go
slow
in
a
place
of
work
Minutes
drag
and
the
hours
jerk
(Yeah
wave
bye-bye)
When
can
I
tell
'em
wot
I
do?
In
a
second,
maaan
A'right
Chuck
Wave
buh-buh-buh-bye
to
the
boss
It's
our
profit,
it's
his
loss
But
anyway
the
lunch
bells
ring
Take
one
hour
do
your
thanng
Cheeesboiger
What
do
we
have
for
entertainment?
Cops
kicking
Gypsies
on
the
pavement
Now
the
news
has
snapped
to
attention
Lunar
landing
of
the
dentist
convention
Italian
mobster
shoots
a
lobster
Seafood
restaurant
gets
out
of
hand
Car
in
the
fridge
or
fridge
in
the
car?
Like
cowboys
do
in
T.V.
land
You
lot
(What?)
Don't
stop,
give
it
all
you
got
You
lot
(What?)
Don't
stop
(Huh?)
You
lot
(What?)
Don't
stop,
give
it
all
you
got
You
lot
(What?)
Don't
stop
So
get
back
to
work
and
sweat
some
more
The
sun
will
sink
and
we'll
get
out
the
door
It's
no
good
for
man
to
work
in
cages
Hit
the
town
he
drinks
his
wages
You're
fretting,
you're
sweating
But
did
you
notice
you
ain't
getting?
You're
fretting,
you're
sweating
But
did
you
notice
you
not
getting
anywhere?
Don't
you
ever
stop
long
enough
to
start?
To
take
your
car
outta
that
gear
Don't
you
ever
stop
long
enough
to
start?
To
get
your
car
outta
that
gear
Karlo
Marx
and
Fredrich
Engels
Came
to
the
checkout
at
the
7-11
Marx
was
skint
but
he
had
sense
Engels
lent
him
the
necessary
pence
What
have
we
got?
Yeh-o
What
have
we
got?
Yeh-o
What
have
we
got?
Magnificence
(I
say)
What
have
we
got?
Luther
King
and
Mahatma
Gandhi
Went
to
the
park
to
check
on
the
game
But
they
was
murdered
by
the
other
team
Who
went
on
to
win
50-nil
You
can
be
true,
you
can
be
false
You'll
be
given
the
same
reward
Socrates
and
Milhous
Nixon
Both
went
the
same
way
through
the
kitchen
Plato
the
Greek
or
Rin
Tin
Tin
Who's
more
famous
to
the
billion
millions?
News
flash
Vacuum
cleaner
sucks
up
budgie
Oooohh-oww
Bye
bye
Buh-bu
The
Magnificent
Seven
Magnificent
Magnificent
Seven
This
is
fuckin'
long,
innit?
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