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By Dave Fenton
I heard someone calling me, from a car across the
road. The lights were out, I never heard the sound
of the police car radio. So I went running down
the lane with my plastic bag, not stopping once to
look behind. But the long arm of the law put its
foot to the floor, And they met me on the other
side.
And they said: "What's goin on here then,
sonny." "Hello, hello."
"What's goin' on here then, sonny."
"We want to know." But they weren't
convinced no matter how I tried. They pinned me up
against the wall. And my homemade jam in my
plastic bag was broken by the Civic Hall. By the
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Civic Hall.
I closed my eyes to see the Phoenix rise,
spread-eagle up against the wall. And I walked,
tight-knit, from my sinking ship. Trying hard to
keep the furnace cool. So I thought, easy-come,
easy-go. Just play along. Until I got inside the
car. But a stone-age hand left my trust in man.
Went to pieces for the final time.
When they said: "What's goin on here then,
Sonny." "Hello, hello."
"What's goin' on here then, Sonny."
"We want to know." But they weren't
convinced no matter how I tried. They pinned me up
against the wall.
And my homemade jam in my plastic bag lies broken
by the Civic Hall. By the Civic Hall. And my
homemade jam in my plastic bag lying broken by the
Civic Hall. By the Civic Hall. |
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