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Joe Strummer The Mescaleros Rock Art The X Ray Style

Dragon room Under the scream Of a jet machine Who knows the hills? Who knows when she will? When all the hidden pity In the forbidden city Comes out x

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

Tonight there was a power cut in the city of madness All conversations died in the burst of a solar flare In the darkness an angel won the beauty pagent

sparkling waters that ever flowed Could never wash down this town So clean that it glowed And I need to see in an X-Ray style I need some rock art

Well it was a techno D-day out on Omaha beach I was a reserve D.J playing Columbian mountain beats Andres Landero, Ay mi sombrero Hold onto your hats