Texty:
Clash Up In Heaven

just past midnight And the wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there A giant pipe organ up

Překlad: The Clash. V nebi.

: (The Clash) The towers of London, these crumbling rocks Reality estates that the hero's got And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock And whatcha

Radio, radio, radio Radio, radio, radio When I got the music in me I got a place i can go Radio clash Magnificent seven I was a choir boy You showed me no heaven

, Tre', X, and Cut Throat My brethrens all veterans all throwin up sevens When we rock hits to the sky throw 'em up to the heavens Us and crews clash

over the sea I challenge thee, do not cross The bridge alone Don't dare me now, the threatening shadow will pass by They're getting closer now, open your eyes Wake up

a buzzard Is my mommy in Heaven? Well, she's definitely not here Now run away and go play with this hatchet and flaming spear I'm tryna mix up this

to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up. You need to wake,

of the universe. Only when the great halls of Valhalla stood aflame lighting up the worlds all around did the gods wake up from their drunken sleep, to speed through the heavens and clash