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| 17:04 |
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| 4:30 | 
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The man at the back of the queue was sent
To feel the smack of firm government Linger by the flyposter, for a fight It's the same story every night I've been hurt and we've been had You leave home, and you don't go back Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way Read it in a book or write it in a letter Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee Only last night I found myself lost By the station called King's Cross Dead and wounded on either side You know it's only a matter of time I've been good and I've been bad I've been guilty of hanging around Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way Read it in a book or write it in a letter Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee So I went looking out today For the one who got away Murder walking round the block Ending up in King's Cross Good luck, bad luck waiting in a line It takes more than the matter of time Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way Read it in a book or write it in a letter Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday Wait until tomorrow and there's still no way Read it in a book or write it in a letter Wake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee And there's still no guarantee There is still no guarantee |
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| 4. |
| 5:53 |
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Demented New York athletes staggering round the block
Deformed Chicanos pour in, Chicago's rolling stock Digital bathrooms drilling for furs Surgical stockings marked his and hers Guggenheim attitudes abck to back With Jewish Baroque No way street - no way street Happy to see you, you have a nice day! Defecting russian dance into Hockney prints Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red From the land of blue rinse They boggle at menus in Olde English verse "Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs Don't shoot till you see the whites of their eggs The pnk fillet mignon looks black on the negs Strange apparatus You've never seen Srange apparatus, ever stranger theme Street alligators Big Anglophile Will navigate us through a change of style I came, I saw what manner of beast is this New York, you talk a little bit left of centre A scream, a shout New York is throwing its weight about Walk tall, walk straight, spit the world right in the eye The stronger the wood the straighter the arrow Dismembered hopeful My-Lai veterans queing for sleaze "Sorry no dogs, no fags, no shriners, and no amputees" Sexual athlete applies dor audition Willing to make it in any position Just one of the extras with blood on their faces In snow-white and the seven basket cases I'm happy and dopey and dirty in places No way street No way street Lock up your daughters, Avon crawling! Devoted collectors of paraphernalia out walking the rock Battle and bitch for the ultimate kitch Of a crucifix clock Two miniature romans, running on rails Appear every hour and bang in the nails I've got to have it, Christ, I gotta bet the first On your block Disturbing facts about Nazi splinter groups seen on the news They're picketing synagogues and claiming that Hitler was King of the Jews Caught in the tunnel an ambulance howls A men's room attendant is flapping his jowls Sssh, Howard Johnson is moving his bowels. Strange apparatus You've never seen Strange apparatus, even stranger theme Street alligators Big Anglophile Will navigate us through a change of style Strange apparatus You've never seen Strange apparatus, even stranger theme Walk straight, walk tall, spit the world right in the eye The stronger the wood, the straighter the arrow No way street - no way street ..... |
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| 5. |
| 3:36 |
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[Chorus:]
Save me a mountain to climb Save me a river to cross At midnight the sound of the stockyard trains Wail in the distance and rattle my chains Save me a valley like the one in the distance Save me a canyon to swallow this jail I wanna stand outside and feel the rain when it falls Breathe the air on the other side of these walls Save a mountain for me Save a mountain for me It sounds like a choir when the chaingangs shout Save me a mountain for when I get out Save me a desert, just me and the sand Save me a sea to sail In my heart I know I'm too weak to be strong I've been wasting away in this jail for too long Save a mountain for me Save a mountain for me It's like a choir of fallen angels when the chaingangs shout Save me a mountain for when I get out "Has the jury reached a verdict?" "We have your honour." "How does the jury find?" "We find the defendant guilty." "Do the defendants have anything to say on their behalf Before the court pronounces sentence?" [Chorus] If only I could tie all these dreams together I could break out of the big house and run forever Save a mountain for me Oh save a mountain for me It's like a choir of fallen angels when the chaingangs shout Save me a mountain for when I get out Save a mountain for me Save it, save it Save a mountain for me It sounds like a choir when the chaingangs shout Save a mountain for me Save a mountain for when I get out I need a mountain Save a mountain. |
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| 5:48 |
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