The Clash Inoculated City Lyrics

The soldier boy for his soliders pay

Obeys the seargent at arms whatever he says

The seargent will for his seargent’s pay

Obey the captain ’til his dying day

The captain will for his captain’s pay

Obey the general order of battle play

The generals bow to the government

Obey the charge you must not relent

What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?

What are they saying in the publiz bazaar?

We are tired of the tune

You must not relent

At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes

Another boy from another side

The bulletins that steady come in say those

Familiar words at the top of the hour

The jamming city increases its hum

And those terrible words continue to come

Through bras music of government hear those

Guns tattoo a roll on the drums

No-one mentions the neighboring war

No one knows what they’re fighting for

We are tired of the tune

You must not relent