Death is a Star — The Clash

And I was gripped by that deadly phantom I followed him through hard jungles As he stalked through the back lots Strangling through the night shades

The thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to love

In a one stop only motel A storm bangs on the cheapest room The phantom slips in to spill blood Even on the sweetest honeymoon

The killer of love Caught the last late Niagara bus

By chance or escaping from misery By suddeness or in answer to pain Smoking in the dark cinema You could see the bad go down again

And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains And the fjord roars through the night full of rain.

The killer's blood flows But he loads his gun again

Make a grown man cry like a girl To see the guns dying at sunset

In vain lovers claim that they never have met.