Lyrics Battle of Epping Forest.lrc Genesis
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[ar: Genesis]
[al: Selling England by the Pound]
[ti: Battle of Epping Forest]
[length: 11:46]
[01:13.78]Along the forest road there’s hundreds of cars, luxury cars
[01:19.97]Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars, super scars
[01:28.28]For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
[01:34.07]’Cause they disagree on a gangland boundary
[01:40.23]They disagree on a gangland boundary
[01:47.01]There’s Willy Wright and his boys, one helluva noise
[01:51.55]That’s Billy’s boys with fully-fashioned mugs
[01:55.74]That’s little John’s thugs, the barking slugs, super smugs
[02:01.78]For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
[02:07.55]Yes, these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor
[02:14.40]East end heroes got to score in the battle of Epping forest
[02:19.83]Yes, it’s the battle of Epping forest right outside your door
[02:30.79]And you ain’t seen nothing like it
[02:33.93]No, you ain’t seen nothing like it
[02:36.99]Not since the civil war
[02:46.16]Comin’ over the hill are the boys of Bill
[02:49.34]And Johnny’s lads stand very still
[02:52.37]With the thumpires shout, they all start to clout
[02:55.78]There’s no guns in this gentleman’s bout
[02:59.56]And Georgie moves in on the outside left
[03:02.76]With a chain flying round his head
[03:06.67]And Harold Demure, from art literature
[03:09.76]Nips up the nearest tree, here come the cavalry
[03:26.07]Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
[03:33.62]They’ve never been alone, after getting a radiophone
[03:40.99]The bluebells are ringing for sweet meal Sam, real ham
[03:46.74]Handin’ out bread and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic
[04:16.56]It’s 5 to 4 on William Wright, he made his pile on derby night
[04:22.75]When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
[04:31.58]And now after workin’ hard in security trade, he’s got it made
[04:38.14]The shops that need aid are those that haven’t paid
[04:44.73]”I do my double-show quick” Said Mick the prick, fresh out the Nick
[04:50.94]”I sold cheap holiday, the minute they leave
[04:55.30]Then a visit I pay an’ does it pay”
[05:00.08]His friend, liquid Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth fame
[05:06.07]Said, “I’m breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed”
[05:12.22]I’m breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed
[05:29.14]They called me the reverend when I entered the church unstained
[05:37.42]My employers have changed but the name has remained
[05:45.92]All began when I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
[05:50.50]I followed a sign, it said, ‘Beautiful Chest”
[05:52.51]It led to a lady who showed me her best
[05:54.44]She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes
[05:58.37]So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
[06:02.85]Bob the nob, came out on his job to see what the trouble was
[06:11.32]”Louise, is the reverend hard to please? ”
[06:16.43]”You’re telling me!”
[06:18.18]”Perhaps, sir, if its not too late
[06:20.80]We could interest you in our old-fashioned Stafford shire plate? ”
[06:26.01]”Oh no, not me, I’m a man of repute”
[06:34.33]But the devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out “Shoot!”
[06:42.77]To save my steeple, I visited people
[06:45.06]For this I’d gone when I met little John
[06:47.20]His name came, I understood
[06:49.32]When the judge said, “You’re a robbing hood”
[06:55.79]He told me of his strange foundation
[06:59.78]Conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation
[07:03.66]He’d had to hide his reputation
[07:10.43]When poor, ’twas salvation from door to door
[07:14.53]But now, with a pin-up guru every week
[07:18.54]It was love, peace and truth incorporated for all who seek
[07:23.27]He employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charms
[07:31.55]His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms
[07:47.40]That’s why we’re in the battle of Epping forest
[07:51.48]Yes, it’s the battle of Epping forest
[07:54.63]Right outside your door
[08:02.77]We guard your souls for peanuts
[08:05.90]And we guard your shops and houses
[08:09.18]For just a little more, just a little more
[08:17.69]In with a left hook is the bethnal green butcher
[08:21.01]But hes countered on the right by Mick’s chain-gang fight
[08:24.67]And liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men
[08:28.51]Is lobbing Bob the nob across the gob
[08:31.95]With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stress
[08:35.35]But Jones the jug hits Len right in the mug
[08:39.36]And Harold Demure, who’s still not quite sure
[08:43.08]Fires acorns from out of his sling, here come the cavalry
[08:59.08]Up, up above the crowd
[09:02.24]Inside their silver cloud, done proud
[09:07.17]The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass
[09:13.97]The butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles out the lot
[09:19.99]With tea from a silver pot just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic
[10:05.34]Along the forest road, its the end of the day
[10:10.03]And the clouds roll away
[10:13.08]Each has got its load, they’ll come out for the count
[10:17.56]At the breakin’ of day
[10:20.12]When the limos return for their final review, it’s all through
[10:26.08]All they can see is the morning goo
[10:29.92]”There’s no one left alive, must be a draw”
[10:39.96]So the black cap barons toss a coin to settle the score
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