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Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting
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Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting<br>
And while the signals took an age to change, it was easy pickings
And while the signals took an age to change, it was easy pickings<br>
 
So you go to the movies where they smash it up<br>
So you go to the movies where they smash it up
You want to feel your heart pumping, it makes you feel good<br>
 
All through the karaoke, girls were squealing the hits<br>
You want to feel your heart pumping, it makes you feel good
While another Mercedes-Benz gets blown to bits<br>
 
<br>
All through the karaoke, girls were squealing the hits
While all the time in the camptown theatres of Piccadilly<br>
 
They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show<br>
While another Mercedes-Benz gets blown to bits
For the barefoot children that they're always selling<br>
 
They'll say "It's quaint" as the guilty ones faint<br>
 
And claim they ain't underneath this paint<br>
 
We interrupt these liberal saints with their whips and watermelon<br>
While all the time in the camptown theatres of Piccadilly
<br>
 
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery<br>
They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show  
It's like another world, or it had better be<br>
 
<br>
For the barefoot children that they're always selling
So we return to whitewashed pout of his committed lips<br>
 
Since he was declared the long lost fountain of youth that drips and drips and drips<br>
They'll say "It's quaint" as the guilty ones faint
They'll be sending him round from door to door to sell you back what's already yours<br>
 
"So many good deeds, so little time," say the advertising agency swine<br>
And claim they ain't underneath this paint
When man has destroyed what he thinks he owns<br>
 
I hope no living thing cries over his bones<br>
We interrupt these liberal saints with their whips and watermelon
If you don't believe that I'm going for good<br>
 
You can count the days I'm gone and chop up the chairs for firewood<br>
 
<br>
 
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery<br>
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
It's like another world, or it had better be<br>
 
<br>
It's like another world, or it had better be
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery<br>
 
It's like another world, or it had better be <br>
 
Reports, reports, reports, reports...<br>
 
So we return to whitewashed pout of his committed lips
 
Since he was declared the long lost fountain of youth that drips and drips and drips
 
They'll be sending him round from door to door to sell you back what's already yours
 
"So many good deeds, so little time," say the advertising agency swine
 
When man has destroyed what he thinks he owns
 
I hope no living thing cries over his bones
 
If you don't believe that I'm going for good
 
You can count the days I'm gone and chop up the chairs for firewood
 
 
 
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
 
It's like another world, or it had better be
 
 
 
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
 
It's like another world, or it had better be  
 
Reports, reports, reports, reports...

Latest revision as of 20:56, 3 May 2009

lyrics for
Coal-Train Robberies

Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting
And while the signals took an age to change, it was easy pickings
So you go to the movies where they smash it up
You want to feel your heart pumping, it makes you feel good
All through the karaoke, girls were squealing the hits
While another Mercedes-Benz gets blown to bits

While all the time in the camptown theatres of Piccadilly
They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show
For the barefoot children that they're always selling
They'll say "It's quaint" as the guilty ones faint
And claim they ain't underneath this paint
We interrupt these liberal saints with their whips and watermelon

Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
It's like another world, or it had better be

So we return to whitewashed pout of his committed lips
Since he was declared the long lost fountain of youth that drips and drips and drips
They'll be sending him round from door to door to sell you back what's already yours
"So many good deeds, so little time," say the advertising agency swine
When man has destroyed what he thinks he owns
I hope no living thing cries over his bones
If you don't believe that I'm going for good
You can count the days I'm gone and chop up the chairs for firewood

Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
It's like another world, or it had better be

Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
It's like another world, or it had better be
Reports, reports, reports, reports...