Текст песни Ghetto Defendant - The Clash
                                                Starved 
                                                on 
                                                Metropolis
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hooked 
                                                on 
                                                Necropolis
 
                                    
                                
                                                Addict 
                                                of 
                                                Metropolis
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                the 
                                                worm 
                                                on 
                                                Acropolis
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slamdance 
                                                the 
                                                Cosmopolis
 
                                    
                                
                                                Enlighten 
                                                the 
                                                populace
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hungry 
                                                darkness 
                                                of 
                                                living
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                will 
                                                thirst 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                pit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hooked 
                                                in 
                                                Metropolis
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                spent 
                                                    a 
                                                lifetime 
                                                deciding
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                to 
                                                run 
                                                from 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Addict 
                                                of 
                                                Metropolis
 
                                    
                                
                                                Once 
                                                fate 
                                                had 
                                                    a 
                                                witness
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                years 
                                                seemed 
                                                like 
                                                friends
 
                                    
                                
                                                Girlfriends
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                her 
                                                child 
                                                has 
                                                    a 
                                                dream
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it 
                                                begin 
                                                like 
                                                it 
                                                ends
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shot 
                                                into 
                                                eternity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Methadone 
                                                kitty
 
                                    
                                
                                                Iron 
                                                serenity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ghetto 
                                                Defendant
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                heroin 
                                                pity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                tear 
                                                gas 
                                                nor 
                                                baton 
                                                charge
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                stops 
                                                you 
                                                taking 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strung 
                                                out 
                                                committee
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walled 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                Clubbed 
                                                down 
                                                from 
                                                uptown
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sprayed 
                                                pest 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                nest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Run 
                                                out 
                                                to 
                                                Barrio 
                                                Town
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                guards 
                                                are 
                                                itchy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Forced 
                                                to 
                                                watch 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                feast
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                sweep 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flipped 
                                                pieces 
                                                of 
                                                coin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Broken 
                                                bottles
 
                                    
                                
                                                Exchanged 
                                                for 
                                                birthright
 
                                    
                                
                                                Graphted 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                jiffy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ghetto 
                                                Defendant
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                heroin 
                                                pity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strung 
                                                out 
                                                committee
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                tear 
                                                gas 
                                                nor 
                                                baton 
                                                charge
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                stops 
                                                you 
                                                taking 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                sitting 
                                                pretty
 
                                    
                                
                                                Graphted 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                jiffy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strung 
                                                out 
                                                committee
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                tear 
                                                gas 
                                                nor 
                                                baton 
                                                charge
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                stop 
                                                you 
                                                taking 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                ghetto 
                                                Prince 
                                                of 
                                                gutter 
                                                poets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                bounced 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                room
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jean 
                                                Arthur 
                                                Rimbaud
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                bodyguards 
                                                of 
                                                greed
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                disturbing 
                                                the 
                                                tomb
 
                                    
                                
                                                1873
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                words 
                                                like 
                                                flamthrowers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Paris 
                                                Commune
 
                                    
                                
                                                Burnt 
                                                the 
                                                ghettos 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                chests
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                face 
                                                painted 
                                                whiter
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                was 
                                                laid 
                                                to 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Died 
                                                in 
                                                Marseille
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ghetto 
                                                Defendant
 
                                    
                                
                                                Buried 
                                                in 
                                                Charleville
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                heroin 
                                                pity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                tear 
                                                gas 
                                                nor 
                                                baton 
                                                charge
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                stop 
                                                you 
                                                taking 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shot 
                                                into 
                                                eternity
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                heroin 
                                                pity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                tear 
                                                gas 
                                                nor 
                                                baton 
                                                charge
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                stop 
                                                you 
                                                taking 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                Guatemala, 
                                                Honduras, 
                                                Poland, 
                                                the 
                                                Hundred 
                                                Years' 
                                                War
 
                                    
                                
                                                TV 
                                                re-running 
                                                living
 
                                    
                                
                                                Death 
                                                squads, 
                                                Salvador
 
                                    
                                
                                                Afghanistan, 
                                                meditation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Old 
                                                Chinese 
                                                flu
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kick 
                                                junk. 
                                                What 
                                                else 
                                                can 
                                                    a 
                                                poor 
                                                worker 
                                                do?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ghetto 
                                                Defendant
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                heroin 
                                                pity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                tear 
                                                gas 
                                                nor 
                                                baton 
                                                charge
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                stop 
                                                you 
                                                taking 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                heroin 
                                                pity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                tear 
                                                gas 
                                                nor 
                                                baton 
                                                charge
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                stop 
                                                you 
                                                taking 
                                                the 
                                                city
 
                                    
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