The Battle Of Epping Forest歌词
歌手：Genesis 专辑：Genesis 1970-1975
作词 : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ...
Along the forest road there's hundreds of cars, luxury cars
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars, super scars
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out'
Cause they disagree on a gangland boundary
They disagree on a gangland boundary
There's Willy
Wright and his boys, one helluva noise
That's Billy's boys with fully-fashioned mugs
That's little
John's thugs, the barking slugs, super smugs
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
Yes, these
Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor
East end heroes got to score in the battle of
Epping forest
Yes, it's the battle of
Epping forest right outside your door
And you ain't seen nothing like it
No, you ain't seen nothing like it
Not since the civil war
Comin' over the hill are the boys of
BillAnd Johnny's lads stand very still
With the thumpires shout, they all start to clout
There's no guns in this gentleman's bout
And Georgie moves in on the outside left
With a chain flying round his head
And Harold
Demure, from art literature
Nips up the nearest tree, here come the cavalry
Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for sweet meal
Sam, real ham
Handin' out bread and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic
It's 5 to 4 on
William Wright, he made his pile on derby night
When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in security trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid"I do my double-show quick"
Said Mick the prick, fresh out the
Nick"I sold cheap holiday, the minute they leaveThen a visit I pay an' does it pay"
His friend, liquid
Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth fame
Said, "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed"
I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed
They called me the reverend when
I entered the church unstained
My employers have changed but the name has remained
All began when
I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
I followed a sign, it said, '
Beautiful
Chest"It led to a lady who showed me her bestShe was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyesSo she rang the bell, and quick as hellBob the nob, came out on his job to see what the trouble was"
Louise, is the reverend hard to please? ""
You're telling me!""
Perhaps, sir, if its not too late
We could interest you in our old-fashioned
Stafford shire plate? ""
Oh no, not me,
I'm a man of repute"But the devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "
Shoot!"To save my steeple, I visited peopleFor this I'd gone when I met little JohnHis name came, I understoodWhen the judge said, "
You're a robbing hood"He told me of his strange foundationConceived on sight of the Woodstock nationHe'd had to hide his reputationWhen poor, 'twas salvation from door to doorBut now, with a pin-up guru every weekIt was love, peace and truth incorporated for all who seekHe employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charmsHis hands were then fit to receive, receive almsThat's why we're in the battle of Epping forestYes, it's the battle of Epping forestRight outside your doorWe guard your souls for peanutsAnd we guard your shops and housesFor just a little more, just a little moreIn with a left hook is the bethnal green butcherBut hes countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fightAnd liquid Len, with his smashed bottle menIs lobbing Bob the nob across the gobWith his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stressBut Jones the jug hits Len right in the mugAnd Harold Demure, who's still not quite sureFires acorns from out of his sling, here come the cavalryUp, up above the crowdInside their silver cloud, done proudThe bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glassThe butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles out the lotWith tea from a silver pot just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnicAlong the forest road, its the end of the dayAnd the clouds roll awayEach has got its load, they'll come out for the countAt the breakin' of dayWhen the limos return for their final review, it's all throughAll they can see is the morning goo"
There's no one left alive, must be a draw"So the black cap barons toss a coin to settle the score
Along the forest road there's hundreds of cars, luxury cars
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars, super scars
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out'
Cause they disagree on a gangland boundary
They disagree on a gangland boundary
There's Willy
Wright and his boys, one helluva noise
That's Billy's boys with fully-fashioned mugs
That's little
John's thugs, the barking slugs, super smugs
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
Yes, these
Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor
East end heroes got to score in the battle of
Epping forest
Yes, it's the battle of
Epping forest right outside your door
And you ain't seen nothing like it
No, you ain't seen nothing like it
Not since the civil war
Comin' over the hill are the boys of
BillAnd Johnny's lads stand very still
With the thumpires shout, they all start to clout
There's no guns in this gentleman's bout
And Georgie moves in on the outside left
With a chain flying round his head
And Harold
Demure, from art literature
Nips up the nearest tree, here come the cavalry
Amidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score, 10-4
They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for sweet meal
Sam, real ham
Handin' out bread and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic
It's 5 to 4 on
William Wright, he made his pile on derby night
When Billy was a kid walking the streets, the other kids hid, so they did
And now after workin' hard in security trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid"I do my double-show quick"
Said Mick the prick, fresh out the
Nick"I sold cheap holiday, the minute they leaveThen a visit I pay an' does it pay"
His friend, liquid
Len by name, of wine, women and wands worth fame
Said, "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed"
I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed
They called me the reverend when
I entered the church unstained
My employers have changed but the name has remained
All began when
I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
I followed a sign, it said, '
Beautiful
Chest"It led to a lady who showed me her bestShe was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyesSo she rang the bell, and quick as hellBob the nob, came out on his job to see what the trouble was"
Louise, is the reverend hard to please? ""
You're telling me!""
Perhaps, sir, if its not too late
We could interest you in our old-fashioned
Stafford shire plate? ""
Oh no, not me,
I'm a man of repute"But the devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "
Shoot!"To save my steeple, I visited peopleFor this I'd gone when I met little JohnHis name came, I understoodWhen the judge said, "
You're a robbing hood"He told me of his strange foundationConceived on sight of the Woodstock nationHe'd had to hide his reputationWhen poor, 'twas salvation from door to doorBut now, with a pin-up guru every weekIt was love, peace and truth incorporated for all who seekHe employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charmsHis hands were then fit to receive, receive almsThat's why we're in the battle of Epping forestYes, it's the battle of Epping forestRight outside your doorWe guard your souls for peanutsAnd we guard your shops and housesFor just a little more, just a little moreIn with a left hook is the bethnal green butcherBut hes countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fightAnd liquid Len, with his smashed bottle menIs lobbing Bob the nob across the gobWith his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stressBut Jones the jug hits Len right in the mugAnd Harold Demure, who's still not quite sureFires acorns from out of his sling, here come the cavalryUp, up above the crowdInside their silver cloud, done proudThe bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glassThe butlers got jam on his rolls, Roy Doles out the lotWith tea from a silver pot just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnicAlong the forest road, its the end of the dayAnd the clouds roll awayEach has got its load, they'll come out for the countAt the breakin' of dayWhen the limos return for their final review, it's all throughAll they can see is the morning goo"
There's no one left alive, must be a draw"So the black cap barons toss a coin to settle the score
