(strummer/rhodes)

And so we say
We aint got life
Dont want a cardboard cut-out
Dont want a plastic knife

Now I know, time can march
With its chargin feet
Now I know, words are only cheap
Its gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The south is up
But the north is down

Theres gonna be a killin
Of a woman and a man
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 its chargin feet
Now I know, words are only cheap
Its gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The south is up
But the north is down

Theres gonna be a killin
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand

Its gonna be a burn out!

And so we say
We aint diggin no graves
Were diggin a foundation
For a future to be made

Now I know, time can march
With its chargin feet
Now I know, words are only cheap
Its gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The south is up
But the north is down

Theres gonna be a killin
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand

Its gonna be a burn out!