Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brass Knuckles, artist - Rupert Holmes. Album song Songs That Sound Like Movies: The Complete Epic Recordings, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 22.02.2018
Record label: Cherry Red
Song language: English
Brass Knuckles |
Workin' out of homicide |
They told me Joe Vinelli died |
We’d been a team for seven years |
His widow wouldn’t waste her tears |
Who’d done him no one seemed to care |
'Cause crooked cops foul up the air |
But since I worked so long with Joe |
I felt I had the right to know |
I found a club in Malibu |
He’d gone when he felt black and blue |
Twenty bucks in petty cash |
The hat-check girl spilled out some trash |
In a tale I heard a name |
That rang a gong to save the game |
A congressman named Thollie Doakes |
Who had a place in Sherman Oaks |
Step softly gumshoe, you’re out of your class |
You’re trailing money therefore then there’s glass in the grass |
Brass knuckles won’t help when your hands ain’t clean |
Rubber hoses, broken noses are a trench coat scene |
And you ain’t dressed for this affair |
You’re breathing rarified air |
Up through the luscious estate I wheeled |
A servant made me show my shield |
The congressman conversed with me |
He flashed his smile convincingly |
He said he’d not a thing to hide |
Which told me right away he lied |
'Cause how could he afford the rent |
Unless he’s somewhat overspent |
But down the stairs came Mrs. Doakes |
The kind that takes off ermine cloaks |
She’d left her furs upon her bed |
And slipped on angel lace instead |
Her husband left to get a drink |
Her eyes squared up the way I think |
I figured Doakes had murdered Joe |
When blackmail for his needing go |
Brass knuckles copper, you’re falling in love |
You’re near the rim of hell but you see heaven above |
Brass knuckes won’t fail you but the light touch will |
Pistol holder, chip on shoulder with your guts set to spill |
You think that justice owes you face |
You brain is loaded with blanks |
The angel felt heavenly |
She sank her body into me |
My double-breasted suit fit fine |
Her form aligned itself with mine |
I wonder I’d a natural brain |
I smelled the truth out clean and plain |
I’d have to take her husband in that night |
I hoped he’d come without a fight |
That when the angel stole my gun |
And said, «I hate to spoil your fun» |
Then laughing she explained to me |
The murderer was none but she |
A love affair with Joe went tired |
And six shots into him she fired |
The congressman a jerk like me |
Covered up to keep her free |
So good-bye shameless, I’ll aim for the chest |
The bullet hole that entered near the top of your vest |
You lost your heart already so you won’t feel the pain |
Brass knuckles, brass knuckles and a brass-headed brain |
Take a breath, prepare to crash |
You’ll see a bright, blinding flash |