[00:00.00] 作词 : Joe Strummer/Michael Jones/Paul Simonon/Topper Headon
[00:00.21] 作曲 : Joe Strummer/Michael Jones/Paul Simonon/Topper Headon
[00:00.43]Everybody's looking for last gang in town
[00:06.88]You better watch out for they're all comin' around
[00:22.79]The sport of today is exciting
[00:26.06]The in crowd are into infighting
[00:26.06]When some punk sees some rock-olla
[00:30.34]It's rock and roll all over
[00:30.34]In every street and every station
[00:42.55]Kids fight like different nations
[00:46.48]And it's brawn against brain
[00:52.50]And it's knife against chain
[00:55.40]But it's all young blood
[00:58.23]Flowing down the drain
[01:01.96][02:06.81][03:44.14]The Crops hit the Stiffs
[01:01.96][02:07.88][03:44.41]An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
[01:01.96][02:09.83][03:46.16]They're all looking 'round
[01:15.34][02:19.60][03:55.78]For the last gang in town
[01:28.50]Meanwhile down in black town
[01:28.50]Those old soul rebels are haingin' around
[01:34.19]An' when some punk come alooking for sound
[01:37.54]Rastaferi goes to ground
[01:40.70]The white heart flipped his pocket dipped
[01:46.92]'Cos a black sharp knife never slips
[01:53.74]And they never say to one another
[01:59.74]That tomorrow we might kill our brothers
[03:07.20]Down from the edge of London
[03:07.76]The rockabily rebels came
[03:10.85]From another edge of London
[03:14.16]Skinhead gangs call out their name
[03:16.95]But not the Zydeco kids
[03:19.60]From the high rise
[03:22.43]Though they can't be recognized
[03:30.08]When you hear a cajun fiddle
[03:32.65]Then you're nearly in the middle
[03:35.62]Of the last gang in town

作词 : Joe Strummer/Michael Jones/Paul Simonon/Topper Headon
作曲 : Joe Strummer/Michael Jones/Paul Simonon/Topper Headon
Everybody's looking for last gang in town
You better watch out for they're all comin' around
The sport of today is exciting
The in crowd are into infighting
When some punk sees some rock-olla
It's rock and roll all over
In every street and every station
Kids fight like different nations
And it's brawn against brain
And it's knife against chain
But it's all young blood
Flowing down the drain
The Crops hit the Stiffs
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
They're all looking 'round
For the last gang in town
Meanwhile down in black town
Those old soul rebels are haingin' around
An' when some punk come alooking for sound
Rastaferi goes to ground
The white heart flipped his pocket dipped
'Cos a black sharp knife never slips
And they never say to one another
That tomorrow we might kill our brothers
Down from the edge of London
The rockabily rebels came
From another edge of London
Skinhead gangs call out their name
But not the Zydeco kids
From the high rise
Though they can't be recognized
When you hear a cajun fiddle
Then you're nearly in the middle
Of the last gang in town