“You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton
When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?”
The most outstanding album ever. Ten or fifteen of my favorite songs.
The Clash were big time lefties, but their lyrics were ambiguous enough that, they could equally apply to us “rebels” on The Right.