But now we accumulate trash.

It seems life turned into a bummer

when we lost our punk god, Joe Strummer.

Their first album changed the seventies musical diet.

“London’s Burning,” Police and Thieves,” and, of course, “White Riot.”

Their next release furthered our hope.

They said, “Give ‘Em Enough Rope.”

“London Calling” told a story:

“Hateful,” “Clampdown,” “Death or Glory.”

“Sandinista,” 1980, was a true masterpiece, matey.

Three discs, reggae, jazz and dub. We felt we had joined a club.

“Combat Rock” was made to sell.

After that, ’twas “Straight To Hell.”

Joe got fixed up with new choppers.

Then they lost their drummer, Topper.

Nothing after seemed quite right.

Mick’s Big Audio Dynamite

played beneath a disco ball.

Punk was headed for a fall.

Joe’s last group, The Mescaleros,

survived all the post-Clash harrows.

Made three albums with this crew.

And then he passed, 2002.

For four years, Clash gave us hope.

Guess we needed too much rope.