Dizzy's Goatee - Joe Strummer

Like to meet some of these idiots

Who put up the signs

Like to burn the fabric

Outta their inner lines

Sheet lightning going down through the pines

With your shocks out of line

Your out of your mind

Crossing traintracks on switchbacks

Through the lands of the living

Pepe’s gotta brand new bars for his liquor store

The Fort Knox of oblivion

When your driving through the city

Thanks god for the sea

Somebody’s got to draw a line somewhere

And it might as well be Harry Belafonte

And now ain’t the time to hit the station

Crowded with the ghosts of the Be Bop Nation

'Tranes of thought and times of tones

Sometimes a little wistful cigarette smoke blowing

The President blew so that Bird could live

And each along the wire could give

The sunglass vision of the golden clef

And the ghetto rod divines which notes are left

Oh brothers I’m talking I’m talking

He’s got the solo on a wire

This calls for a flock of angels

To hover over the holy pyre

The President blew so that Bird could live

And each along the wire could give

The sunglass vision of the golden clef

And the ghetto rod divines which notes are left

Golden rain its the piss of Zeus

Mixing with the dead yellow Swing incects juice

Caught in the windshield headlights and sluice

As you battle ahead on Truth

Sheet lightning going down through the pines

With your shocks out of line — Your out of your mind

Whispering in the plywood motel

Some crazy dish didn’t turn out to well

Some dreamy argument — some delicious smell

Slow blizzards of petals coming at you in a storm

Thats the way you make me feel — Like warm