Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Midnight on the Murder Mile, artist - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine. Album song 101 Damnations, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 02.10.2011
Song language: English
Midnight on the Murder Mile |
It was midnight on the murder mile |
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 |
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 |
O.K. |
let’s riot |
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 as daddy told me |
If the concrete and the clay beneath your feet |
Don’t get you son |
The avenues and alleyways are gonna do it |
Just for fun |
They’ll suck you in and spit you out |
And leave your family lonely |
The telephones on sticks will tell you |
999 calls only |
But it’s too late to call the fire brigade |
An ambulance or the cops |
I need the father, son and holy coast guard |
OPERATOR! |
Long distance, information get me Jesus on the line |
I need communion, confirmation and absolution for my crimes |
I need a character witness Jesus I think I’m about to die |
I saw my whole life pass before me when the night bus passed me by |
It was 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 |
If the concrete and the clay beneath your feet |
Don’t get you son |
The avenues and alleyways are gonna do it |
Just for fun |
When they’ve sucked you in and spat you out |
And left your family lonely |
The telephones on sticks will tell you |
999 calls only |