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Get off the f____ing stage! I liked The Clash.
In another example of nothing being the way it appears, Strummer's working-class punk persona was a front: His father was diplomat and he had a privileged education in exclusive schools.
But then, one can't convincingly spit at the crowd and sing about getting booted from the factory if one lets it be known that they were a brat of the diplomatic corps - can one?
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