A night in television wonderland . . .

Just one more fairytale about some rich bitch

Lying by the swimming pool,

It's the golden school,

And life is easy when you make the rules.



Last Friday was the first time -

It only took about a half a minute

On the stairway,

it was child's play

The odds turn out even

When you give up believing in the



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Cold law, Steel claw,

Try to get on board you find the lock is on the door

Well I say no way ! . . .

Don't try to keep me out or there'll be hell to pay!

I don't know who's right or who's wrong,

But it doesn't really matter,

When you're crawling in the gutter

it's a see-saw

A long hot battle with the cold law

Is what you get for messing with the

Steel Claw



The politicians have forgotten this place . . .

Except for a flying visit in a black Mercedes

At election time,

they cross the line,

And everybody runs to watch the pantomime

If they could see what's going on around here -

So many people hanging on to the edge

Crying out for revolution!

Retribution. . . !

The odds turn out even

When you give up believing in the cold law



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Sometimes I think I'm going crazy

Sometimes I do a line, makes me laugh,

Makes me want to take a joy ride

on the high tide . . .

Sometimes I'm contemplating suicide

Meanwhile Bobby's out in Benidorm -

I know he's making out with some sweet senorita

And they go dancing,

in the moonlight,

The odds turn out even

When you give up the believing in the cold law



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