(Strummer/Rhodes)
Yes I am the dictator the more guns I got the better
Yes I am the liquidator I carry the old Beretta
You know there once was freedom
You know how dangerous that can be
The people used to dance & sing
& they used to run wild in the streets
But now I am the voice
Howling from your radio
From my armour plated Cadillac
You'll hear what I say goes
Yes I am the dictator I satisfy the U.S. team
I always do my killing in the woods & keep the city gutters clean
Cos I need a few more dollars
For my fighter pilot to be free
To dive bomb on the population
If they go running wild in the streets
Yes I am that voice...etc
Yes I am the crusador I spent twenty years in exile
But now I am the invader & I'm never never gonna die
Yes I am the dictator my name is on your ballot sheet
But until my box has your cross you know the form is incomplete
And you know........etcShuffling through all the nations airports
Invalids collide with terrorist scum.
Choking on the lag, the headset's spilling over.
Choking on the lag, the exiles plot.
So shovel under rugs, the ones who notice.
Channel into locks, the pilot's drunk.
The resin in his mouth just means he's hated.
The radio is tapped, the bastard's drunk.
Channelling through aviation transport.
Derelicts rely on red light slums.
Scandals interlock, linking all the patrons.
And tourists intertwine in effortless lumps.
So shovel under rugs, the one's who notice.
Channel into locks, the pilot's drunk.
The resin in their eyes just means they're hated.
Tapping on his mike, the pilot's drunk.
Shuffling through all the nations airports
Invalids collide with terrorist scum.
Scandals interlock, linking all the patrons.
And tourists intertwine in effortless lumps.
Channelling through all the nations airports
Derelicts rely on red light slums.
Choking on the lag, the headset's spilling over.
Choking on the lag, the exiles plot.