(strummer/rhodes)



Patriots of the wasteland torching two

Hundred years

Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again

Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion

Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in asia



You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib

You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did



Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again

& who knows any better than to kick and scratch under english weather

>from a chain gang to the mill. the mill that sits on top of the hill

The fog drowned towns arr gonna have to fade

The wrong side of the a scissor blade



You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib

You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did

I'll eat my hat i'm gonna be sick

They own the pack while we play the three card trick



Dont you remember the place

Where we hid the ace?

Yeah not thick but slick

Now we all gotta play the three card trick