Tonight they're closing up the world
N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes
And what is that funk multi-national
Anthem rocking from a thousand
King Kong cassette decks
Then a shy boy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a sixties war
Riding aluminum crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness n'
Agent Orange color blindness
As we works from door to door
The violence in the carpets
The mirror of his wife
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife
In homesteads of cigar box-radios
Hive like bees
The body in the ice
Box has no date for freeeeeze

[Chorus:]
In a car jam

Selling is what selling sells
But only saints of the seven avenues can sell
The hells
Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing acne
Once inside the executive
He never leaves his home
Gorillas drag their victims
Hyenas try to sue
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo by
Ventilation units where towers
Meet the streets
The ragged stand in bags
Soaking heat up through their feet

This was the only kindness
And it was accidental too

[Chorus:]

Now shaking single engined planes
Traffik-king stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass

And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I swear
Hey fellas
Lauren Bacall
In a car jam
Yeah I don't believe it
In a car jam
Ah yeah positively absolutely

[Chorus:]

Writer : JOE STRUMMER, MICK JONES
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group