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Car Jamming (Remastered) - The Clash
Written by： The Clash
Tonight they're closing up the world
They're sweepin' smoke from cigarettes
But what is this funky multi-national anthem
Rockin' from a thousand King Kong cassette decks
And then a shyboy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminum crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness
Agent Orange color blindness
As he works from door to door
The violence in the carpets
The arrow of his wife
In a car jam
Drives the slum bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife
In a car jam
In homesteads of cigar box
The radios hive like bees
In a car jam
The body in the ice box
Has no date for freeze
In a car jam
In the car jam
Selling is what selling sells
Well only saints on the 7th avenue
Can sell the seven hells
Fannin' out the **** afflicted
Leperizin' zone
Once inside the executive
He never leaves his home no
Gorillas drag their victims
Hyenas try to sue
In a car jam
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo
In a car jam
By-ventilation units
Where towers meet the streets
In a car jam
The ragged stand in bags
Soakin' heat up through their feet
In a car jam
This was the only kindness
It was accidental too
In a car jam
In a car jam
Now shakin' single engined planes
Trafficking stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass
An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw lauren bacall
I thought I saw lauren bacall
In a car jam
I swear hey fellas hey fellas
Lauren bacall
In a car jam
In a car jam
Yeah I don't believe it
In a car jam
Ah yeah positively absolutely
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
