Lirik Lagu Something About England - The Clash
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They say immigrants steal the hubcapsOf the respected gentlemenThey say it would be wine an' rosesIf England were for Englishmen again
Well I saw a dirty overcoatAt the foot of the pillar of the roadPropped inside was an old manWhom time would not erodeWhen the night was snapped by sirensThose blue lights circled fastThe dancehall called for an' ambulanceThe bars all closed up fast
My silence gazing at the ceilingWhile roaming the single roomI thought the old man could help meIf he could explain the gloomYou really think it's all newYou really think about it tooThe old man scoffed as he spoke to meI'll tell you a thing or two
I missed the fourteen-eighteen warBut not the sorrow afterwardsWith my father dead and my mother ran offMy brothers took the pay of hoodsThe twenties turned the north was deadThe hunger strike came marching southAt the garden party not a word was saidThe ladies lifted cake to their mouths
The next war began and my ship sailedWith battle orders writ in bedIn five long years of bullets and shellsWe left tem million deadThe few returned to old PiccadilyWe limped around Leicster SquareThe world was busy rebuilding itselfThe architects could not care
But how could we know when I was youngAll the canges that were to come?All the photos in the wallets on the battlefieldAnd now the terror of the scientific sunThere was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogsThey taught you how to touch your capBut through strikes an' famine an' war an' peaceEngland never closed this gap
So leave me now the moon is upBut remember all the tales I tellThe memories that you have dredged upAre on letters forwarded from hell
The streets were by now desertedThe gangs had trudged off homeThe lights clicked off in the bedsitsAn' old England was all alone
Well I saw a dirty overcoatAt the foot of the pillar of the roadPropped inside was an old manWhom time would not erodeWhen the night was snapped by sirensThose blue lights circled fastThe dancehall called for an' ambulanceThe bars all closed up fast
My silence gazing at the ceilingWhile roaming the single roomI thought the old man could help meIf he could explain the gloomYou really think it's all newYou really think about it tooThe old man scoffed as he spoke to meI'll tell you a thing or two
I missed the fourteen-eighteen warBut not the sorrow afterwardsWith my father dead and my mother ran offMy brothers took the pay of hoodsThe twenties turned the north was deadThe hunger strike came marching southAt the garden party not a word was saidThe ladies lifted cake to their mouths
The next war began and my ship sailedWith battle orders writ in bedIn five long years of bullets and shellsWe left tem million deadThe few returned to old PiccadilyWe limped around Leicster SquareThe world was busy rebuilding itselfThe architects could not care
But how could we know when I was youngAll the canges that were to come?All the photos in the wallets on the battlefieldAnd now the terror of the scientific sunThere was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogsThey taught you how to touch your capBut through strikes an' famine an' war an' peaceEngland never closed this gap
So leave me now the moon is upBut remember all the tales I tellThe memories that you have dredged upAre on letters forwarded from hell
The streets were by now desertedThe gangs had trudged off homeThe lights clicked off in the bedsitsAn' old England was all alone
