I got a Jones to reach the Topper Top SOUND
of the funky strummer no simele for Simonon
I’ll never smash my Bass 'til I smash my Bass
the way I smash it when I’m live on stage

When its time to Clash
When the Time is Tight
When its time to Clash we do it and we do it right

I’m a bullet of Brixton son of the mix down
on top of the canal bridge throwing the bricks down
developing my sub it was Tighten up
down in Ladbroke grove it was tight enough

rehearsal break smashing chips at the pub
then its back to jamming slammin fat finger style dub
young punks you better laugh your life
when the lightening strikes its not not once but twice

don’t like our style cause we change it up?
then you’re getting left behind is that plain enough?
we specialise in going against the grain
and treating every bit gear with the same disdain

a runaway train forever switching tracks
at a drop of a hat Garageland and back
in an industry full of police and thieves
waiting for a train in vain in station-ese

When its time to Clash
When the Time is Tight
When its time to Clash we do it and we do it right

rude boy rude boy better simmer down
better think of your future beware the clampdown
better know your rights bull to a red rag
you’ll never tag the Rat Patrol from Fort Bragg

forget vanilla ice... it's vanilla tapes
from the twin Teac 4 track forget the brakes
taking out all fakes in a football game
where the one rule is if you play you don’t play

Ginsberg murder rate ghetto defendant
defending the first and the second amendment
red angel dragnet walks the beat
where the real rain washes the scum off the street

This is pirate radio shady yo
Release the beats watch the baby grow
Fight for peace and other contradictions
Time to Clash now you can feel the friction

When its time to Clash
When the Time is Tight
When its time to Clash we do it and we do it right

complete control is the lesson we send them
like the five fingers of the FNLM
liberate the poor like San Salvador
where the real war is battled out floor by floor

peace accords - guitar chords
Coming with the full force of the force
keep me up 48 hours hate and war
if you’re lost in the supermarket raid the store

or death and glory becomes another story
four horsemen forced into allegory
and I’m not down but I get knocked down
48 hours 48 clampdown town

I get up one more time for one more dub
Charlie Don’t Surf won’t heed the call up
Police on my back in the street parade
but this crooked crooked beat they can’t fade

When its time to Clash
When the Time is Tight
When its time to Clash we do it and we do it right