The Clash — All The Young Punks

[Verse 1] I'm hanging about down the market street I spent a lot of time on my feet When I saw some passing yabbos And we did chance to speak But I knew how to sing, you know And they knew how to pose And one of them had a Les Paul Heart attack machine [Chorus][x2] All the young punks, laugh your life Because there aren't much to cry for All you young cunts, live it now Because there aren't much to die for [Verse 2] Everybody wants to bum a ride on the rock and roller coaster And we went out and got our name in small print on the poster Of course we got a manager and though he isn't the mafia A contract is a contract, when they get them out of here [Chorus][x2] [Verse 3] You got to drag yourself to work Drug yourself to sleep You're dead from the neck up By the middle of the week Face front you got the future Shining like a piece of gold But I swear as we get closer It look more like a lump of coal But it's better than some factory Now that's no place to waste your youth I worked there for a week once And I luckily got the boot [Chorus][x4]