Broadway The Clash (Ft. Maria Gallagher)

"It ain't my fault it's six o'clock in the morning"
He said, coming out of the night
When he found I had no coins to bum
He began to testify

Born in a depression, born out of good luck
Born into misery in the back of a truck
I'm telling you this mister, don't be put off by looks
I've been in the ring and I took those right hooks

Yeah, tight hooks

Oh, the loneliness
Used to knock me out harder than the rest
And I've worked through breakfast and I ain't had no lunch
Been on delivery and received every punch

Yeah

Suddenly I noticed
That it weren't quite the same
Feel different one morning
Maybe it was the rain

But everywhere I looked all over the city
They're running in an out of the bars
Someone stopped for a pick-up
Driving one of those cars