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Car Jamming

This song is by The Clash and appears on the album Combat Rock (1982).

Tonight they're closing up the world
And sweeping smoke from cigarettes
And what is that funky multinational anthem
Rocking from a thousand King Kong cassette decks?

Then this shy boy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminium crutches, now he knows the welfare kindness
And Agent Orange color blindness as he works from door to door

The violence in the carpets
The arrows of his wife in a car jam
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife in a car jam

In homesteads of cigar box
Radios, hive like bees in a car jam
The body in the icebox
Has no date for freeze in a car jam

In a car jam

Selling is what selling sells
But only saints of the seven avenues
Can sell the seven hells

Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing zone
Once inside
The executive
It never leaves his home

Gorillas drag their victims
Hyenas try to sue in a car jam
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo in a car jam

Ventilation units
Where towers meet the streets in a car jam
The ragged stand in bags
Soaking heat up through their feet in a car jam

This was the only kindness
And it was accidental too
In a car jam
In a car jam

Now shaking single-engined planes
Trafficking stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass
And drowned out Missa Luba

And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba

I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall in a car jam
I swear, hey fellas
Lauren Bacall in a car jam

In a car jam
Yeah, I don't believe it
In a car jam
Are you positively absolutely?

In a car jam

Written by:

The Clash

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