Broadway — текст песни (The Clash)

(The Clash)

"It ain`t my fault
It`s 6 `o`clock in the morning"
He said
As he came up out of the night

When he found I had no coins to bum,
He began to testify
Born in a depression
Born out of good luck
Born into misery
- In the back of a truck..

I`m telling you this mister
Don`t be put off by looks
I been in the ring and I took those right hooks

Oh the loneliness
Used to knock me out - harder than the rest

And I`ve worked for breakfast
`N I ain`t had no lunch
I been on delivery and received every punch

Suddenly I noticed that it weren`t quite the same
Feel different one morning maybe it was the rain

But everywhere I looked all over the city
They`re runnin` in an out of the bars
Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars
Y`see I allways wanted one of those cars
Long black `n shiny an` pull up to the bars
Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button,
Hear it coming in
You can say I can see the light... roll!
Forward! Drive! Green lights! Green lights!
Intersection city coming a running comeback home I run back
Not that strong now
Yes who`s there now, can I help you? Calling Intel station light

Did you put your money in? Yes I put it in
It say go, I say go, she say go, so we say go
Cos I can see the light all night tonight this night right now
Coming on forward motion across the ocean
An` up the hills yeh boys let`s strike for the hills
While that petrol tank is full
Gimme a push gimme a pull
Gimme a llama gimme a mule
Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse

Down the avenue
So fine
In style