调：Gb major
Verse 1
Wilson Pickett's finest hour
I was walking towards the flashing smile
Of the Crystal Palace Tower
Past the big old church
where the hands of God
Were stuck on lucky 7
And the bells inside were limbering up
For a sawn- off shotgun wedding
From the gas board to
the fire brigade
There's a dozen GPO's
There's an all night chicken takeaway
Which was finger lickin' closed
As I passed the wonder of
good old Woolworths
My travel card expired
It was midnight on the murder mile
Verse 2
O.K. let's riot
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In the avenues and alleyways
I took a short- cut to the throat
I was stitched up by the Boys Brigade
And I was beaten to a pulp
I was marinaded, regurgitated
And served up as a cold meat
And as they shoved me in the blender
I remembered Johnny told me
Verse 3
If the concrete and the clay
beneath your feet
Don't get you son
are gonna do it
Just for fun
They'll suck you in and spit you out
And leave your family lonely
will tell you
Verse 4
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But it's too late to call the fire brigade
An ambulance or the cops
I need the father,
son and holy coast guard
Long distance,
information get me Jesus on the line
Gm
D
Gm
I need a character witness Jesus
D
Gm
D
I think I'm about to die
Verse 5
3 O'clock on the murder mile
When I came to my senses
And my only death wish was that I had
A sockful of fifty pences
A public execution that the whole
neighbourhood could watch
Or just a phone box, a phone box,
my kingdom for a phone box
Verse 6
If the concrete and the clay
beneath your feet
Don't get you son
are gonna do it
Just for fun
When they've sucked
you in and spat you out
And left your family lonely
will tell you
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