North and South The Clash

And so we say
We ain't got life
Don't want a cardboard cut-out
Don't want a plastic knife

Now I know, time can march
With its charging feet
Now I know words are only cheap
It's gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The south is up
But the north is down

There's gonna be a killing
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand
And so we say
Have you no use
For eight million hands
And the power of youth

Now I know time can march
With its charging feet
Now I know words are only cheap
It's gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The south is up
But the north is down