Текст песни Jewellers & Bums - Joe Strummer
                                                Check 
                                                into 
                                                    a 
                                                car 
                                                wash, 
                                                eat 
                                                out 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                Bowlmore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Go 
                                                buy 
                                                    a 
                                                rose 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                movies 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                train
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                married 
                                                by 
                                                    a 
                                                biker, 
                                                go 
                                                hang 
                                                    a 
                                                priest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walk 
                                                tall 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                dwarf 
                                                and 
                                                you'll 
                                                find 
                                                relief
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leaning 
                                                strategically 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                Desoto 
                                                at 
                                                muscle 
                                                beach
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                four 
                                                thousand 
                                                car 
                                                pileup 
                                                made 
                                                the 
                                                freeway 
                                                screech
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                talking 
                                                about 
                                                rubber 
                                                but 
                                                stereos
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                loudest 
                                                one 
                                                drilling 
                                                was 
                                                for 
                                                Oreos
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                was 
                                                    I 
                                                gonna 
                                                find 
                                                you,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                was 
                                                    I 
                                                supposed 
                                                to 
                                                look?
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                some 
                                                glittering 
                                                diamond 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                valley,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                harpoons 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                opium 
                                                hooks?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standing 
                                                in 
                                                line 
                                                renting 
                                                    a 
                                                toothpick
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                were 
                                                three 
                                                armed 
                                                raids 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                bank
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                would 
                                                there 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                kiosk 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                gates 
                                                of 
                                                heaven
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                sinners 
                                                like 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                Hank?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Saturday 
                                                night 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                dreaming 
                                                city 
                                                hospital
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                band 
                                                set 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                morgue
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                while 
                                                you 
                                                was 
                                                doing 
                                                the 
                                                Dashing 
                                                White 
                                                Sergeant
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                cut 
                                                your 
                                                feet 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                swords
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                broken 
                                                down 
                                                old 
                                                cab 
                                                out 
                                                on 
                                                Concrete 
                                                Row
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                it's 
                                                dead-beat 
                                                drivers 
                                                and 
                                                ghost 
                                                in 
                                                tow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Took 
                                                    a 
                                                nowhere 
                                                boulevard 
                                                out 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fired 
                                                    a 
                                                repeating 
                                                six 
                                                asking 
                                                anyone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                jewellers 
                                                bums 
                                                barflops 
                                                or 
                                                nuns
 
                                    
                                
                                                Saw 
                                                anything 
                                                moving 
                                                or 
                                                anything 
                                                creeping
 
                                    
                                
                                                Setting 
                                                down 
                                                to 
                                                drinking 
                                                while 
                                                they're 
                                                still 
                                                sleeping
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whole 
                                                place 
                                                makes 
                                                death 
                                                valley 
                                                look 
                                                like 
                                                Eden
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                was 
                                                    I 
                                                gonna 
                                                find 
                                                you,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                was 
                                                    I 
                                                supposed 
                                                to 
                                                look?
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                some 
                                                glittering 
                                                diamond 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                valley,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                harpoons 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                opium 
                                                hooks?
 
                                    
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