Tekster:
The Clash Sandinista

Now lightning strikes in old New York It may be dark but I wanna talk It might rain, it might snow Too many things that I got to know If this is spring

Is the music of grove skin rock Soaked in the diesel of war boys war? Blood, black gold and the face of a judge Is the music calling for a river of blood

They offered me the office, offered me the shop They said I'd better take anything they'd got Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? Do you wanna be, do you

Down the road came a Junco Partner Boy, he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing

Summon up the mas Play on the pan Staring dreads are jerking their locks As the white star liner sank in the docks But on the drummers face, there is

(The Clash/Dread) *Left Channel* Make sure! Taking cover in the bunker tonight Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights I feel alright Gotta Fender Stratosphere

I wasn't going that far The junkie slip! I said I wasn't doin' it The junkie slip! Yea thought I'd find a rhythm in the junkie town Thought I'd find a

Stop wastin' time Right One more breath One more time in the ghetto And one more time if you please One One more time for the dying man One more time

I put you 'pon you feet A-some a-some a say you can't play de beat And I hear you say a Clash a you ruler Say a Clash sound cooler, eh Say a Clash sound