The Taking Of Peckham lyrics

It's like Saint Valentine's Day, at the sugar candy store

With the barman lays on the bloodstained floor

With all the wines and the cocktails,

He won't be serving anymore..

To the swingers, and the roustabouts and the carnivore queen

Who's looking for three scrooges, who are nowhere to be seen

And life is just a bowl of cherries for the fruit machine..

The taking of Peckham, one-two-three, one-two-three

La -- la la la la -- la la la la -- la laa...

La -- la la la la -- la la la la -- la laaa...

Fifteen men, on a dead man's chest

They robbed him blind, then dumb, and then deaf

And they left him there bleeding on the pavement to die

And he went to that great high-rise block in the sky

And the hands that do the dishes, feel as soft as your face

Then they rob you of your pension, and they ransack your place

Still you try to forgive, like the baby Jesus did

Though it's so hard to be a Saint, in the flats where you live

And you'll live there tomorrow, and the day that you die

When you'll go to that great high-rise block in the sky

And you'll meet the baby Jesus, so you'll know you're in Heaven

And you'll get back the years that you gave

In the taking of Peckham..

(LONG INTERLUDE)

La -- la la la la -- la la la la -- La la la laaaa...

La -- la la la la -- la la la laaa...

Take back the years that you gave

in the taking of Peckham

• Artist:HaMechashefot