X-Ray Style Lyrics

I see a million walk the city mile
The ticker-tape kings and the juveniles
Will anybody tell me which way to go
Will anybody come back on the C.B. radioI'm counting the stars and the telegraph poles
And each one represents the hopes of a soul
You'd think that God wouldn't be so hard
When you see all the little children running,
Running in the backyardOn a Mississippi gourd with a Sub-Sahran song
Somebody is wailing in the financial district sun
Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile
I wanna live and I wanna dance awhileGonna make like Eddie on my rockabilly train
Gonna beat out the blues on my ball and chain
Oh, you can't pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gun
There's people living now
Who ain't got no heart and ain't never had noneDown on the border they crawl all the way
To get a clip of living with a clean-all spray
Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile
I wanna live and I wanna dance awhileYou can't pull a hold-up with a Be-Bop gun

There's people living now
Who ain't got no heart and ain't never had noneI hear a payphone ringing out on murder mile
The sucker who picks up gets his number dialed
And all the sparkling waters that ever flowed
Could never wash down this town so clean that it glowed
And I need to see in an x-ray style
I need some rock art that don't come in a vial
Can anybody feel the distance to the Nile
I wanna live and I wanna dance awhile
Songwriters
JOE STRUMMERPublished by
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