Interpret:

Clash, The

Album:

Super Black Market Clash

The mini cab
The driver is black
This time of night
You better sit in the back


Got a few smokes
Under your hat
The cops are lookin' out
For the petrol on the black


This time I think
So what the hell
There's that female
I know too well


Why should I lean
Get out my mind again
I ridin' in the back alone
The stranger rides again


To see my lovely town
That always brings you down
Where every drifter drifts
For many miles around


We take a casual drive
For two miles up the road
The cops pull us over
And search right through our clothes


They give him hell
They check him on the air
I sit there with the drugs in my hair


As soon as I get home
I call Heathrow
Want a standby fare to Borneo