The Clash - The Call Up lyrics
[The Clash - The Call Up lyrics]
It's up to you, not to heed the call up
And you must not act
The way you were brought up
Who knows the reasons, why you have grown up?
Who knows the plans or why
They were drawn up?
It's up to you, not to heed the call up
I don't want to die
It's up to you, not to hear the call up
I don't want to kill
For he who will die is he who will kill?
Maybe I want to see the wheatfields
Over Kiev and down to the sea
It's up to you, not to heed the call up
I don't want to die
It's up to you, not to hear the call up
I don't want to kill
All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city father used to watch them
Tears in their eyes
It's up to you, not to heed the call up
I don't want to die
It's up to you, not to hear the call up
I don't want to kill
For he who will die is he who will kill?
There is a rose, that I want to live for
Although, God knows, I may not have met her
There is a dance and I should be with her
There is a town, unlike any other
It's up to you not to hear the call up
And you must not act
The way you were brought up
Who gives you work, why should you do it?
At fifty five minutes past eleven
There is a rose
It's up to you not to hear the call up
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't want to die
There is a rose, that I want to live for
It's up to you not to hear the call up
And you must not act
The way you were brought up
Who knows the reasons, why you have grown up?
Who knows the plans or why
They were drawn up?
It's up to you, not to heed the call up
I don't want to die
It's up to you, not to hear the call up
I don't want to kill
For he who will die is he who will kill?
Maybe I want to see the wheatfields
Over Kiev and down to the sea
It's up to you, not to heed the call up
I don't want to die
It's up to you, not to hear the call up
I don't want to kill
All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city father used to watch them
Tears in their eyes
It's up to you, not to heed the call up
I don't want to die
It's up to you, not to hear the call up
I don't want to kill
For he who will die is he who will kill?
There is a rose, that I want to live for
Although, God knows, I may not have met her
There is a dance and I should be with her
There is a town, unlike any other
It's up to you not to hear the call up
And you must not act
The way you were brought up
Who gives you work, why should you do it?
At fifty five minutes past eleven
There is a rose
It's up to you not to hear the call up
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't want to die
There is a rose, that I want to live for
It's up to you not to hear the call up