Joe Strummer - Dum Dum Club Lyrics
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Dum Dum Club
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What Are The Lyrics For Dum Dum Club By Joe Strummer?
This is New York, boy
We wanna hear you talk, boy This is New York, boy You ain't never gonna walk Downtown they got some guy Shot forty-seven people on a PCP high Uptown they got a team from Queens Busy beating people through a mean machine, yeow You had a shot at a thing called love In the Hollywood hills You can't help but follow that love Even if it kills This is New York, boy Murder one in court, boy This is New York, boy You ain't ever gonna walk You were a rebel in a drum town, son Somebody loaded up the plastic gun I seen that monkey got you shooting in your blood Using bullets from the dumb dumb club You had a shot at a thing called love In the Hollywood hills You can't help but follow that love Even if it kills You had a shot at at thing called love Like shooting up on pills You can't help but follow that love Even if it kills You can't make this deal son This means your life is ruined You can't play with knives The junkie's still alive You had a shot at a thing called love In the Hollywood hills You can't help but follow that love Even if it kills You had a shot at a thing called love Like shooting up on pills You can't help but follow that love Even if it kills You gotta follow that love You gotta follow that love Yes, follow that love Follow that love, yeow Even if it kills Even if it kills Hey, even if it kills |
Who Wrote Dum Dum Club By Joe Strummer?
Joe Strummer
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What's The Duration Of The Dum Dum Club By Joe Strummer?The duration of Dum Dum Club is 3:02 minutes and seconds. |
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