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(10-25) 12:40 PDT CLEVELAND, (AP) --

Armed with guitars, amps and attitude, they rocked the casbah, fought the law and hijacked a train in vain.

The Clash were more than a four-piece band. They were rock 'n' roll revolutionaries.

And now, 30 years after they first stormed across England and later invaded the United States with their sonic blend of rock, reggae, rap and righteousness, the Clash is being celebrated with an exhibit at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum.

It's enough to give Mick Jones a case of anxiety.

"I've got mixed trepidation about seeing it, getting to the museum stage of life and still being alive," said Jones, who along with the late Joe Strummer, Topper Headon and Paul Simonon formed the Clash's classic lineup.

On Saturday, "Revolution Rock: The Story of the Clash" opens to the public and will be on display until April 15, 2007. Among the exhibit's…

white riot - i wanna riot
white riot - a riot of my own
white riot - i wanna riot
white riot - a riot of my own
black people gotta lot a problems
but they don't mind throwing a brick
white people go to school
where they teach you how to be thick
an' everybody's doing
just what they're told to
an' nobody wants
to go to jail!
all the power's in the hands
of people rich enough to buy it
while we walk the street
too chicken to even try it
everybody's doing
just what they're told to
nobody wants
to go to jail!
are you taking over
or are you taking orders?
are you going backwards
or are you going forwards?

we met when we were in school
never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools
the teacher says we're dumb
we're only having fun
we piss on everyone
in the classroom
when we got thrown out i left without much fuss
an' weekends we'd go dancing
down streatham on the bus
you always made me laugh
got me in bad fights
play me pool all night
smokin' menthol
i practised daily in my room
you were down the crown planning your next move
go on a nicking spree
hit the wrong guy
each of you get three
years in brixton
i did my very best to write
how was butlins?
were the screws too tight?
when you lot get out
were gonna hit the town
we'll burn it fuckin' down
to a cinder
cos years have passed and things have changed
and i move anyway i wanna go
i'll never forget the feeling i got
when i heard that you'd got home
an' i'll never forget the smile on my face
'cos i knew where you would be
an' if…