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The Battle Of Epping Forest

Genesis 1970-1975专辑

  • 作词 : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ...
    Along the forest road there's hundreds of cars, luxury cars
    Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars, super scars
    For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out'
    Cause they disagree on a gangland boundary
    They disagree on a gangland boundary
    There's Willy
    Wright and his boys, one helluva noise
    That's Billy's boys with fully-fashioned mugs
    That's little
    John's thugs, the barking slugs, super smugs
    For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
    Yes, these
    Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor
    East end heroes got to score in the battle of
    Epping forest
    Yes, it's the battle of
    Epping forest right outside your door
    And you ain't seen nothing like it
    No, you ain't seen nothing like it
    Not since the civil war
    Comin' over the hill are the boys of
    BillAnd Johnny's lads stand very still
    With the thumpires shout, they all start to clout
    There's no guns in this gentleman's bout
    And Georgie moves in on the outside left
    With a chain flying round his head
    And Harold
    Demure, from art literature
    Nips up the nearest tree, here come the cavalry
    Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
    They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone
    The bluebells are ringing for sweet meal
    Sam, real ham
    Handin' out bread and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic
    It's 5 to 4 on
    William Wright, he made his pile on derby night
    When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
    And now after workin' hard in security trade, he's got it made
    The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid"I do my double-show quick"
    Said Mick the prick, fresh out the
    Nick"I sold cheap holiday, the minute they leaveThen a visit I pay an' does it pay"
    His friend, liquid
    Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth fame
    Said, "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed"
    I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed
    They called me the reverend when
    I entered the church unstained
    My employers have changed but the name has remained
    All began when
    I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
    I followed a sign, it said, '
    Beautiful
    Chest"It led to a lady who showed me her bestShe was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyesSo she rang the bell, and quick as hellBob the nob, came out on his job to see what the trouble was"
    Louise, is the reverend hard to please? ""
    You're telling me!""
    Perhaps, sir, if its not too late
    We could interest you in our old-fashioned
    Stafford shire plate? ""
    Oh no, not me,
    I'm a man of repute"But the devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "
    Shoot!"To save my steeple, I visited peopleFor this I'd gone when I met little JohnHis name came, I understoodWhen the judge said, "
    You're a robbing hood"He told me of his strange foundationConceived on sight of the Woodstock nationHe'd had to hide his reputationWhen poor, 'twas salvation from door to doorBut now, with a pin-up guru every weekIt was love, peace and truth incorporated for all who seekHe employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charmsHis hands were then fit to receive, receive almsThat's why we're in the battle of Epping forestYes, it's the battle of Epping forestRight outside your doorWe guard your souls for peanutsAnd we guard your shops and housesFor just a little more, just a little moreIn with a left hook is the bethnal green butcherBut hes countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fightAnd liquid Len, with his smashed bottle menIs lobbing Bob the nob across the gobWith his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stressBut Jones the jug hits Len right in the mugAnd Harold Demure, who's still not quite sureFires acorns from out of his sling, here come the cavalryUp, up above the crowdInside their silver cloud, done proudThe bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glassThe butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles out the lotWith tea from a silver pot just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnicAlong the forest road, its the end of the dayAnd the clouds roll awayEach has got its load, they'll come out for the countAt the breakin' of dayWhen the limos return for their final review, it's all throughAll they can see is the morning goo"
    There's no one left alive, must be a draw"So the black cap barons toss a coin to settle the score
  • 作词 : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ...
    Along the forest road there's hundreds of cars, luxury cars
    Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars, super scars
    For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out'
    Cause they disagree on a gangland boundary
    They disagree on a gangland boundary
    There's Willy
    Wright and his boys, one helluva noise
    That's Billy's boys with fully-fashioned mugs
    That's little
    John's thugs, the barking slugs, super smugs
    For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
    Yes, these
    Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor
    East end heroes got to score in the battle of
    Epping forest
    Yes, it's the battle of
    Epping forest right outside your door
    And you ain't seen nothing like it
    No, you ain't seen nothing like it
    Not since the civil war
    Comin' over the hill are the boys of
    BillAnd Johnny's lads stand very still
    With the thumpires shout, they all start to clout
    There's no guns in this gentleman's bout
    And Georgie moves in on the outside left
    With a chain flying round his head
    And Harold
    Demure, from art literature
    Nips up the nearest tree, here come the cavalry
    Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
    They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone
    The bluebells are ringing for sweet meal
    Sam, real ham
    Handin' out bread and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic
    It's 5 to 4 on
    William Wright, he made his pile on derby night
    When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
    And now after workin' hard in security trade, he's got it made
    The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid"I do my double-show quick"
    Said Mick the prick, fresh out the
    Nick"I sold cheap holiday, the minute they leaveThen a visit I pay an' does it pay"
    His friend, liquid
    Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth fame
    Said, "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed"
    I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed
    They called me the reverend when
    I entered the church unstained
    My employers have changed but the name has remained
    All began when
    I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
    I followed a sign, it said, '
    Beautiful
    Chest"It led to a lady who showed me her bestShe was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyesSo she rang the bell, and quick as hellBob the nob, came out on his job to see what the trouble was"
    Louise, is the reverend hard to please? ""
    You're telling me!""
    Perhaps, sir, if its not too late
    We could interest you in our old-fashioned
    Stafford shire plate? ""
    Oh no, not me,
    I'm a man of repute"But the devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "
    Shoot!"To save my steeple, I visited peopleFor this I'd gone when I met little JohnHis name came, I understoodWhen the judge said, "
    You're a robbing hood"He told me of his strange foundationConceived on sight of the Woodstock nationHe'd had to hide his reputationWhen poor, 'twas salvation from door to doorBut now, with a pin-up guru every weekIt was love, peace and truth incorporated for all who seekHe employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charmsHis hands were then fit to receive, receive almsThat's why we're in the battle of Epping forestYes, it's the battle of Epping forestRight outside your doorWe guard your souls for peanutsAnd we guard your shops and housesFor just a little more, just a little moreIn with a left hook is the bethnal green butcherBut hes countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fightAnd liquid Len, with his smashed bottle menIs lobbing Bob the nob across the gobWith his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stressBut Jones the jug hits Len right in the mugAnd Harold Demure, who's still not quite sureFires acorns from out of his sling, here come the cavalryUp, up above the crowdInside their silver cloud, done proudThe bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glassThe butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles out the lotWith tea from a silver pot just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnicAlong the forest road, its the end of the dayAnd the clouds roll awayEach has got its load, they'll come out for the countAt the breakin' of dayWhen the limos return for their final review, it's all throughAll they can see is the morning goo"
    There's no one left alive, must be a draw"So the black cap barons toss a coin to settle the score

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