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
Chorus
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
Repeat Chorus
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
Repeat Chorus
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Marco Giunco |
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