الأغاني:
Joe Strummer The Mescaleros

Something there I was patrolling a Pachinko Nude noodle model parlor in the Nefarious zone Hanging out with insects under ducting The C.I.A. was on the

I was crawling through a festival way out west I was thinking about love and the acid test But first I got real dizzy with a real rockin' gang Then I

It was me, drove off the off ramp Of the sweetheart highway It was me, I admit, I had the map This is what I gotta say We're in Bummed Out City That'

Well, I?ll tell you one thing that I know You don?t face your demons down You got to grab 'em jack And pin 'em to the ground The Devil may care and maybe

I took a tram into the fourth dimension 'Cos I had the blues, the blues of throwing it all away Just gimme a Tequila, I'll slam it the 4 D way And when

Gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me 'Cos I just realized that it was meant to be And I'm singing to all the torn betting slips flying around my feet

It's gonna boom Mariachi This really fine piece of madera And this will be the counter Of the Pueblo Tabacalera Shape, it up, shape it up, shape it up

Possible chance, storm Possible chance, gale Welcome to Britain, in the third Millennium This is the diary of a Macedonian, Macedonian He went to Britain

Once I got to the mountain top, tell you what I could see Prairie full of lost souls running from the priests of iniquity Where the hell was Elijah What