Midnight Log — текст песни (Clash, The)

Working for the devil
You`ll have to pay his tax
That means going to see him
Down among the racks
You do his work so fine
He`ll remember you

Worried for my friend
As he shows me round the flat
Where I don`t wanna find him
His lips an` eyelids black
He don`t believe my speech
That lines can and should be drawn
Lke if he had a shotgun
The barrels would be sawn

Swallowed by the river
Swollen by the rains
That leakin` ol` computer
Of fingerprints and names
Swimming in the river
That floods the neighborhood
I would call to you
But it would do no good

Voting for the law
That`s the general occupation
First comes the public safety
Second comes the nation
You won`t believe me now
But there`s been some illumination
The wisest cops have realized
They fucked the operation

Cooking up the books
A respected occupation
The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations
They don`t believe in crime
They don`t know that it exists
But to understand
What`s right and wrong
The lawyers work in shifts

`N speaking of the devil
He ain`t been seen for years
`Cept every 20 mins
He zooms between me ears
I don`t believe in books
But I read all the time
For ciphers to the riddles
An` reasons to the rhymes