The Clash - Car Jamming

Tonight they're closing up the world N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes And what is that funky multi-national Anthem rocking from a thousand King Kong cassette decks Then this shyboy from Missouri Boots blown off in a '60s war Riding aluminium crutches Now he knows the welfare kindness n' Agent Orange color blindness As he works from door to door The violence in the carpets The arrows of his wife Drives the slum-bum dweller To grind his hunting knife In homesteads of cigar box-radios Hive like bees The body in the ice Box has no date for freeeeeze CHORUS In a car jam Selling is what selling sells But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell The hells Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing zone Once inisde the executive it never leaves his home Gorillas drag their victims Hyenas try to sue Snakes find grass in concrete There is no city zoo Ventilation units where towers Meet the streets The ragged stand in bags Soaking heat up through their feet This was the only kindness And it was accidental too CHORUS Now shaking single engined planes Traffik-king stereos from Cuba Buzzed the holy zealot mass And drowned out Missa Luba And drowned out Missa Luba I thought I saw Lauren Bacall I thought I saw Lauren Bacall I swear Hey fellas Lauren Bacall In a car jam Yeah I don't believe it In a car jam are you positively absolutely? CHORUS