If you don't know where I come from, better stear clear of my trail

From the dark side of London, that's way beyond the pale

My grandpa came from Russia, stowed away hidden in some bales

He took my grandma dancing to the air raid sirens whail



Then Saint George used his sword on the immigrant poor 'cause he can't kill no dragon

If I was in those shoes, I'd say Soweto's gonna happen here too

I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news

And with the winter coming...



Crossing all the borders through the smoke of war and rain

Papers out of order on a military train

A coat, a bag, a baby, status - refugee

These are the people of my family



Don't anybody know that this city was made of immigrant blood and money

If I was in those shoes a blackshirt with the playboy blues

I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news

And with the winter coming...



Now there's a rocker in Vladivostok, got every side by Jerry Lee

But for accidents of disorder that guy could well be me

I want everybody to know this, I want everyone to hear

Immigration built the nation, you got a bloodclaat standing here



Now Saint George used his sword on the immigrant poor 'cause he can't kill no dragon

If I was in those shoes I'd say Soweto's gonna happen here too

I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news

And with the winter coming...



Don't anybody know that the city was made of immigrant blood and money

If I was in those shoes, a blackshirt with the playboy blues

I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news

And with the winter coming...

Writer : JOHN MELLOR PKA JOE STRUMMER/MICK JONES
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing