Hanging about down the market street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passing yobbos
We did chance to speak

I knew how to sing, you know
And they knew how to pose
And one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine

All the young punks
Laugh your life
Cos there ain't much to cry for
All the young cunts
Live it now
Cos there ain't much to die for


Everybody wants to bum a ride
On the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out and got our names
In small print on the poster

Of course we got a manager
Though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on yer

All the young punks
Laugh your life
Cos there ain't much to cry for
All the young cunts
Live it now
Cos there ain't much to die for

All the young punks
Laugh your life
Cos there ain't much to cry for
All the young cunts
Live it now
Cos there ain't much to die for


You gotta 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
I luckily got the boot

"This one's a Clash song that both Nate and I like a lot. We're looking at playing this sometime. Anyway, it's basically the story behind how The Clash and many other punk bands in mid-seventies Britain formed and what life in one of these groups was starting to become like by 1978 - the end of Punk was near and drugs made a huge impact on the scene. The Clash managed to survive this gloom - for a while!" - Brian

1978 CBS Productions Pty.Ltd.

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