It7s like Saint Valentine's Day

At the sugar candy store

Where the barman lays

On the bloodstained floor

With all the wines

and the cocktails

He won't be serving anymore

To the swingers

And the roustabouts

And the carnivore queen

Who's looking for the 3 scrooges

Who are nowhere to be seen

And life's just a bowl of cherries

For the fruit machine



The taking of Peckham

1..2..3..1..2..3



Fifteen men on a dead man's chest

They robbed him blind,

then dumb

And then deaf

And they left him there bleeding

On the pavement to die

And he went to that

Great high-rise block in the sky

And the hands that do the dishes

Feel as soft as your face

Then they rob you of your pension

And they ransack your place

Still, you u try to forgive

Like the Babby Jesus did

Though it's so hard to be a saint

In the flats where you live

And you'll live there forever

And the day that you die

when you'll go to that

Big high-rise block in the sky

And you'll meet the Babby Jesus

So you'll know you're in Heaven

And you'll get back the years

That yo gave

In the taking of Peckham

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