The Clash - Last Gang in Town (Remastered - Official Audio)

The Clash - Last Gang in Town (Remastered - Official Audio) Stream and download here: https://TheClash.lnk.to/BestOf Subscribe to The Clash’s YouTube channel: https://TheClash.lnk.to/YouTube_Subsc... WATCH SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO MUSIC VIDEO ► https://TheClash.lnk.to/VideosAY/youtube WATCH I FOUGHT THE LAW MUSIC VIDEO ► https://TheClash.lnk.to/VideosAY/yout... WATCH ROCK THE CASBAH MUSIC VIDEO ► https://TheClash.lnk.to/VideosAY/yout... WATCH TOMMY GUN MUSIC VIDEO ► https://TheClash.lnk.to/VideosAY/yout... WATCH LONDON CALLING ► https://TheClash.lnk.to/LondonCalling... WATCH BANKROBBER ► https://TheClash.lnk.to/BankrobberVid... Follow The Clash: Official Website – https://www.theclash.com Facebook –   / theclash   Bluesky – https://bsky.app/profile/theclash.com X - https://x.com/TheClash Instagram –   / the_clash   #TheClash #LastGangInTown #TheClashOfficial #LastGangInTownOfficialAudio #LastGangInTownOfficialVideo #TheClashLastGangInTown #BestOfTheClash #TheClashGreatestHits #TheClashEssentials #TheClashLive #TheClashSongs #LondonCalling #ShouldIStayOrShouldIGo #RockTheCasbah #TrainInVain Lyrics   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 overIn 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 a looking for sound Rastafari goes to ground The white heart flipped his pocket dipped 'Cause 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 rockabilly 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