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Drive! Green lights! Green lights!\nIntersection city coming\nA running comeback home\nI run back not that strong now\nYes who's there now, can I help you?\nCalling Intel station light\nDid you put it in\nIt say go, I say go, she say go\nSo we say go\nCos' I can see the light all night tonight\nThis night right now\nComing on forward motion across the ocean\nAn' up the hills yeh boys let's strike for the hills\nWhile that petrol tank is full\nGimme a push gimme a pull\nGimme a llama gimme a mule\nGimme a donkey or gimme a horse\n\nDown the avenue\nSo fine\nIn style","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.55] \"It ain't my fault\n[00:09.74] It's 6' o' clock in the morning\"\n[00:12.61] He said\n[00:13.53] As he came up out of the night\n[00:16.76] When he found I had no coins to bum\n[00:20.55] He began to testify\n[00:24.15] Born in a depression\n[00:28.00] Born out of good luck\n[00:31.86] Born into misery\n[00:35.40] In the back of a truck...\n[00:39.39] I'm telling you this mister\n[00:43.06] Don't be put off by looks\n[00:47.48] I been in the ring and I took those right hooks\n[01:03.67] Oh the loneliness\n[01:09.83] Used to knock me out – harder than the rest\n[01:18.22] And I've worked for breakfast\n[01:21.27] 'N' I ain't had no lunch\n[01:25.36] I been on delivery and received every punch\n[01:40.44] Suddenly I noticed that it weren't quite the same\n[01:47.86] Feel different one morning\n[01:51.71] Maybe it was the rain\n[01:55.06] But everywhere I looked all over the city\n[01:58.68] They're runnin' in an out of the bars\n[02:02.86] Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars\n[02:22.76] Y'see I always wanted one of those cars\n[02:26.14] Long black 'n' shiny an' pull up to the bars\n[02:29.95] Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button\n[02:34.91] Hear it coming in\n[02:42.58] You can say I can see the light ... roll!\n[03:03.44] Forward! Drive! Green lights! 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(Hey, hey, hey)\nHey boss man? (Yeah?) 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(Hey, hey, hey)\n[02:02.69] Hey boss man? (Yeah?) 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Not once\nStrike! But twice\n\nGet out your money, peel a slab\nRoll some notes an' hail a cab\nDrive down Seventh in a tank\nDrive in church drive in back\nTake in the sights, feel the breeze\nSee New York's one and only tree\nIt can be found in Garbage park\nBut don't inspect it after dark\n\nStrike! New York! Lightning!\nNot once but twice\n\nAccidental hike in the transit strike\nRoller skate or ride a bike\nThree to a car, Brooklyn Bridge\nYou won't get far if you're privileged\nGraffiti Jack sprays in black\nAn Englishman, can he read it back?\nDeli Joe he ought to know\nHe runs the gang on Pastrami\n\nStrike!\nLightning\nStrike!\nStrike!\nStrike!\nLightning\nStrike!\nLightning\n\nLightning strikin'\nFlash\nLightning strikin'\n\nHey ho, such a night\nI'll see y'all when the lightning strike\nA polaroid caught in the act\nYou're married too and that's a fact\nBut I won't peek and I won't squeak\nDown by the trucks on Christopher Street\nIt's Cuban Day, Oi Vey\nChinese New Year let's call it a day\n\nStrike!\nLightning\nStrike!\nStrike!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lightning Strikes (live)\n  artist: The Clash\n  album: Clash On Broadway-REMASTERED\n  duration_ms: 218819\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Flash\n  Strike\n  Strike\n\n  Hey\n\n  Lightning strikes in old New York\n  It may be dark but I wanna talk\n  It might rain, and it might snow\n  Too many things that I got to know\n  If this is spring then it's time to sing\n  Never mind the lil' birdies wing\n  Look out, look out, old New York\n  New York's coming now\n\n  Hey, strike! Not once\n  Strike! But twice\n\n  Get out your money, peel a slab\n  Roll some notes an' hail a cab\n  Drive down Seventh in a tank\n  Drive in church drive in back\n  Take in the sights, feel the breeze\n  See New York's one and only tree\n  It can be found in Garbage park\n  But don't inspect it after dark\n\n  Strike! New York! Lightning!\n  Not once but twice\n\n  Accidental hike in the transit strike\n  Roller skate or ride a bike\n  Three to a car, Brooklyn Bridge\n  You won't get far if you're privileged\n  Graffiti Jack sprays in black\n  An Englishman, can he read it back?\n  Deli Joe he ought to know\n  He runs the gang on Pastrami\n\n  Strike!\n  Lightning\n  Strike!\n  Strike!\n  Strike!\n  Lightning\n  Strike!\n  Lightning\n\n  Lightning strikin'\n  Flash\n  Lightning strikin'\n\n  Hey ho, such a night\n  I'll see y'all when the lightning strike\n  A polaroid caught in the act\n  You're married too and that's a fact\n  But I won't peek and I won't squeak\n  Down by the trucks on Christopher Street\n  It's Cuban Day, Oi Vey\n  Chinese New Year let's call it a day\n\n  Strike!\n  Lightning\n  Strike!\n  Strike!\n"}]