The Clash Three Card Trick song lyrics

Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years

Dragging my spirit back deep into the dungeon again

Bring back crucification, cry the moral death's head legion

Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You wont fall for that, well law and order is a baton in the rib

You wont fall for that, just like your Mummy and your Daddy did

Blood inside a fountain pen, wrote you out of life again

And who knows any better than to kick and scratch under English weather

From a chain gang to the mill, the mill that sits on top of the hill

The fog drowned towns gonna have to fade

The wrong side of the scissor blade

You wont fall for that, well law and order is a baton in the rib

You wont fall for that, just like your Mummy and your Daddy did

I'll eat my hat, well I'm gonna be sick

They own the pack while we play the three card trick

Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years

Dragging my spirit back deep into the dungeon again

Bring back crucification, cry the moral death's head legion

Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You wont fall for that, well law and order is a baton in the rib

You wont fall for that, just like your Mummy and your Daddy did

I'll eat my hat, well I'm gonna be sick

They own the pack while we play the three card trick

Don't you know where is that place

Where you hid the ace?

Don't you know we not thick, slick?

We all gotta play the three card trick