(The ClashDread)



*Left Channel*

Make sure!

Taking cover in the bunker tonight

Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights

I feel alright

Gotta Fender Stratosphere

I can do anything tonight

It's in neon lights an' global rights

Frank? He's on the phone

There ain't no German girl outside

But who cares when its warm inside?

With music

Special mystery of music tragically

Exchanging slaves for majesties

Modern waves of tragedy

Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots

A shiny grey mexican suit

The blue eyed traffic can sashay by

'Cos tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai

The kick-out traffic goes creaking by

I smash my glass and shout shanghi

My drummer friend comes shooting by

He said Errol Flynn will never die

Oh no! Who am I to question why?

And are you lonesome tonight

And do ya need a country cowboy

Who's just thin and tight in those

Brrrr bus depot jeans

With a squirt resistant stud stud

Hey stoner



Get over there in the spliffbunker one

Becos London Bridge was sold somehow

But it was too old anyhow

When Uncle Sam has broken down

We'll make him down in old Japan

Say yeee



Well there ain't no better blend

Than Joe Ely and his Texas Men

Where the wind blows

I ain't seen none like that scenery

You can see from a bus if you pay the price



Wave my arms around

Flag one of those taxi's maybe

I saw a girl somewhere somehow

Forever sticks in my mind somehow

I've just got three lines

And a pair of two's

Like a lucky roll of dice that you

You cast



*Right Channel*

If music could talk!

Which means

Whatever your mind can bring

Likethe apple