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MAGNIFICENT SEVEN
ring! ring! its seven a.m.! move y'self to go again cold water in the face brings you back to this awful place knuckle merchants and you bankers, too must get up an' learn those rules weather man and the crazy chief one says sun and one says sleet a.m., the f.m. the p.m. too churning out that boogaloo gets you up and gets you out but how long can you keep it up? gimme honda, gimme sony so cheap and real phony hong kong dollars and indian cents english pounds and eskimo pence you lot! what? don't stop! give it all you got! you lot! what? don't stop! yeah! working for a rise, better my station take my baby to sophistication she's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice better work hard - i seen the price never mind that it's time for the bus we got to work - an' you're one of us clocks go slow in a place of work minutes drag and the hours jerk "when can i tell 'em wot i do? in a second, maaan...oright chuck!" wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss it's our profit, it's his loss but anyway lunch bells ring take one hour and do your thanng! cheeesboiger! what do we have for entertainment? cops kickin' gypsies on the pavement now the news - snap to attention! the lunar landing of the dentist convention italian mobster shoots a lobster seafood restaurant gets out of hand a car in the fridge or a fridge in the car? like cowboys do - in t.v. land you lot! what? don't stop. huh? so get back to work an' sweat some more the sun will sink an' we'll get out the door it's no good for man to work in cages hits the town, he drinks his wages you're frettin', you're sweatin' but did you notice you ain't gettin'? don't you ever stop long enough to start? to take your car outta that gear don't you ever stop long enough to start? to get your car outta that gear karlo marx and fredrich engels came to the checkout at the 7-11 marx was skint - but he had sense engels lent him the necessary pence what have we got? yeh-o, magnificence!! luther king and mahatma gandhi went to the park to check on the game but they was murdered by the other team who went on to wing 50-nil you can be true, you can be false you be given the same reward socrates and milhous nixon both went the same way - through the kitchen plato the greek or rin tin tin who's more famous to the billion millions? news flash: vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie oooohh...bub-bye magnificence!! they cried the tears, they shed the fears, up and down the land, they stole guitars or used guitars - so the tape would understand, without even the slightest hope of a 1000 sales just as if, as if there was, a hitsville hit u.k., i know the boy was all alone, til the hitsville hit u.k. they say true talent will allways emerge in time, when lightening hits small wonder - its fast rough factory trade, no expense accounts, or lunch discounts or hypeing up the charts, the band went in, 'n knocked 'em dead, in 2 min. 59 - no slimy deals, with smarmy eels - in hitsville u.k. lets shake'n say, we'll operate - in hitsville u.k. the mutants, creeps and musclemen, are shaking like a leaf, it blows a hole in the radio, when it hasnt sounded good all week, a mike'n boom, in your living room - in hitsville u.k. no consumer trials, or a.o.r., in hitsville u.k., now the boys and girls are not alone, now the hitsville's hit u.k. have the boys found the leak yet? the molehill sets the wheel in motion his downfall picks up locomotion the people must have something good to read on a sunday the leader's wife takes a government car in the dark to meet her minister but the leader never leaves his door ajar as he swings his whip from the boer war he wore a leather mask for his dinner guests totally nude and with deep respect proposed a toast to the votes he gets the feeling of power and the thought of sex! now the girl let the fat man touch her vodka fumes and the feel of a vulture the driver waited in the embassy car the fat man's trap was set for capture so the girl let the thin man touch her mixing questions, drunken laughter the ministry car was waiting there a minister knows his own affair the people must have something good to read on a sunday look here! what d'you think you're gonna be doin' next year? no lie... how you know you're not gonna up and die? no doubt... soon enough your friends will find you out take care... you know you might not have too much time to spare i say... how long have you been acting up this way? one knows... when you gonna get your own floorshow i'm hip... and you could use a button on your lip look here what d'you think you're gonna be doing next year i'm hip! someone lights a cigarette while riding in a car some ol' guy takes a swig and passes back the jar but where they were last night no-one can remember somebody got murdered goodbye, for keeps, forever somebody got murdered somebody's dead forever and you're minding your own business carrying spare change you wouldn't cosh a barber you're hungry all the same i been very tempted to grab it from the till i been very hungry but not enough to kill somebody got murdered his name cannot be found a small stain on the pavement they'll scrub it off the ground as the daily crown disperse no-one says that much somebody got murdered and it' left me with a touch somebody got murdered somebody's dead forever sounds like murder! those shouts! are they drunk down below? it's late, and my watch stopped some time ago sounds like murder! those screams! are they drunk down below?
now lightning strikes in old new york it may be dark but i wanna talk it might rain, it might snow too many things i got to know if this is spring than it's time to sing never mind the l'il birdies wing look out, look out, old new york new york's coming an' new york talks hey! strike! not once... strike! but twice! get out your money - peel a slab roll some notes an' hail a cab drive in church drive in back drive down seventh in a tank take in the sights, feel the breeze see new york's one and only tree it can be found in garbage park but don't inspect it after dark strike! new york! lightning! not once but twice. accidental hike in the transit strike roller skate or ride a bike three to a car, brooklyn bridge you won't get far if you're privileged graffiti jack sprays in black an englishman can he read it back? deli joe he ought to know he runs the gang on pastrami row strike! lightning strike! because glass to glass, street to street buildings touch st. peter's feet from car to bar, prez to shah everything is in the jar the 4 winds blow cos the 4 winds know takes a special hustle to make a roll honey girl on her feet i wish everything to make her sweet strike! twice! ok so roll! from harlem! strike one! harlem slum to penthouse block on every door i already knocked there wasn't anybody that i didn't leave alone somebody lying under every stone everything that a man could need in a bag down by my knee that looks good, this ain't got seeds cheaper than booze down in the bowery lightning strike! old new york! everything's light! strike! hey ho such a night i'll see y'all when the lightning strike a poloroid caught in the act you're married too and that's a fact but i won't peek and i won't squeek down by the trucks on christopher street it's cuban day - oi vey chinese new year let's call it a day tootsie! hey chi man! that melody is puerto rican he chi man is what he's speaking an' there's the road down into london town where many cars get broken down it's the westway from ladbroke grove runs down to old hounslow just thought i'd mention the new extention that run's down the 59th street intersection did you hear the news y'all? london town on the broadway! well i'm running police on my back i've been hiding police on my back there was a shooting police on my back and the victim well he wont come back what have i done? i been running monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday saturday sunday runnin monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday saturday sunday yes, i'm running down the railway track could you help me? police on my back they will catch me if i dare drop back wont you give me all the speed i lack it's up to you not to heed the call-up 'n' 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 wanna die! it's up to you not to hear the call-up i don't wanna kill! for he who will die is he who will kill maybe i wanna see the wheatfields over kiev and down to the sea all the young people down the ages they gladly marched off to die proud city fathers used to watch them tears in their eyes there is a rose that i want to live for although, god knows, i may not have met her there is a dance an' i should be with her there is a town - unlike any other it's up to you not to hear the call-up 'n' you must not act the way you were brought up who give you work an' why should you do it? at 55 minutes past eleven there is a rose... oh! mama, mama look there! your children are playing in that street again don't you know shat happened down there? a youth of fourteen got shot down there the kokane guns of jamdown town the killing clowns, the blood money men are shooting those washington bullets again as every cell in chile will tell the cries of the tortured men remember allende, and the days before, before the army came please remember victor jara, in the santiago stadium, es verdas - those washington bullets again and in the bay of pigs in 1961, havana for the playboys in the cuban sun, for castro is a colour, is a redder than red, those washington bullets want castro dead for castro is the colour... ...that will earn you a spray of lead for the very first time ever, when they had a revolution in nicaragua, there was no interference from america human rights in america well the people fought the leader, and up he flew... with no washington bullets what else could he do? 'n' if you can find a afghan rebel that the moscow bullets missed ask him what he thinks of voting communist... ...ask the dalai lama in the hills of tibet, how many monks did the chinese get? in a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary, 'n' check the british bullets in his armoury que? sandinista! "it ain't my fault it's 6 'o'clock in the morning" he said as he came up out of the night when he found i had no coins to bum, he began to testify - born in a depression born out of good luck born into misery - in the back of a truck.. i'm telling you this mister don't be put off by looks i been in the ring and i took those right hooks oh the loneliness used to knock me out - harder than the rest and i've worked for breakfast 'n i ain't had no lunch i been on delivery and received every punch suddenly i noticed that it weren't quite the same feel different one morning maybe it was the rain but everywhere i looked all over the city they're funnin' in an out of the bars someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars y'see i allways wanted one of those cars long black 'n shiny an' pull up to the bars honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button, hear it coming in you can say i can see the light... roll! forward! drive! green lights! green lights! intersection city coming a running comeback home i run back not that strong now yes who's there now, can i help you? calling intel station light did you put your money in? yes i put it in it say go, i say go, she say go, so we say go cos i can see the light all night tonight this night right now coming on forward motion across the ocean an up the hills yeh boys let's strike for the hills while that petrol tank is full gimme a push gimme a pull gimme a llama gimme a mule gimme a donkey or gimme a horse down the avenue so fine in style |
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