Inoculated City by the Clash

The soldier boy, for his soliders pay,
Obeys the sergeant-at-arms, whatever he says

The sergeant will, for his seargent’s pay,
Obey the general order of the battle play

The generals bow to the government
Obey the charge–”You must not relent”

What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?
What are they saying in the public bazaar?
We are tired of the tune,
“You must not relent”

At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes
Another boy from another side

The bulletins that steady come in say those
Familiar words at the top of the hour

The jamming city increases its hum
And those terrible words continue to come

Through brass music of government hear those
Guns tattoo a roll on the drums

No-one mentions the neighboring war
No one knows what they’re fighting for
We are tired of the tune
“You must not relent”