Inoculated City — The Clash

The soldier boy for his soldiers pay Obeys the sergeant at arms whatever he says

The sergeant will for his sergeant's pay Obey the captain 'till his dying day

The captain will for his captain's pay Obey the general order of 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