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We only got two television channels up there - CTV and CBC - and what so there was no nose-upturned pseudo-intellectual what pooh-poohing of American entertainment, though you can be sure I affected a whole range of other arrogant smartboy behaviours, feeling as I did what a lone island of brilliance in a sea of millworkers and fetal alcohol syndrome genetic sports. The second album I remember buying was The Clash's London Calling - perhaps that was the trigger. With lyrics like The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again I'm not working for the clampdown No man born with a living soul Can be working for the clampdown Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall How can you refuse it? Let fury have the hour, anger can be power D'you know that you can use it? The voices in your head are calling Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming Only a fool would think someone could save you The men at the factory are old and cunning You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin' It's the best years of your life they want to steal You grow up and you calm down You're working for the clampdown You start wearing the blue and brown You're working for the clampdown So you got someone to boss around It makes you feel big now You drift until you brutalize You made your first kill now it fired me up in a way that I still feel, bowel-deep and still burning
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