Tekstovi: The Clash. North And South.

And so we say
We ain't got life
Don't want a cardboard cut-out
Don't want a plastic knife

Now I know time can march
With it's charging feet
Now I know words
Are only cheap

It's gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The south is up
But the north is down

There's gonna be a killing
Of a woman and a man
They trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand

And so we say
Have you no use
For eight million hands
And the power of youth

Now I know time can march
With it's chargin' feet
Now I know words
Are only cheap

It's gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The south is up
Oh but the north is down

There's gonna be a killing
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand
It's gonna be a burn out

And so we say
We ain't digging no graves
We're digging a foundation
For a future to be made

Now I know the time can march
With it's charging feet
Now I know words
Are only cheap

It's gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The south is up
Oh but the north is down

There's gonna be a killing
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand
It's gonna be a burn out