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Genesis

The Battle Of Epping Forrest

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Along the Forest Road, there`s hundreds of cars - luxury carsEach has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscarsFor today is the day when they sort it out, sort it outCos they disagree on a gangland boundaryCos they disagree on a gangland boundaryThere`s Willy Wright and his boys - one helluva noise, that`s Billy`s boysWith fully-fashioned mugs, that`s Little John`s thugs, the Barking Slugs - supersmugsFor today is the day when they sort it out, sort it outYes, these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poorEast-End heroes got to score in ...The Battle of Epping ForestYes it`s the Battle of Epping ForestRight outside our doorNo, you ain`t seen nothing like thisNo, you ain`t seen nothing like thisNot since the Civil WarComing over the hill are the boys of Bill, and Johnny`s lads stand very stillWith the thumpire`s shout, they all start to clout - there`s no guns in this gentlemen`s boutGeorgie moves in on the outside left with a chain flying round his headAnd Harold Demure, from Art Literature, nips up the nearest tree(Here come the cavalry)Amidst the battle roarAccountants keep the score: 10 - 4They`ve never been alone, after getting a radiophoneThe bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real hamHanding out bread and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnicIt`s 5 - 4 on William Wright, he made his pile on Derby nightWhen Billy was a kid, walking the streets, the other kids hid - so they didNow, after working hard in security trade, he`s got it madeThe 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 sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave, then a visit I pay - and does it pay"And his friend, Liquid Len by name, of Wine Women and Wandsworth fameSaid: "I`m breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framedI`m breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed"They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstainedMy employers have changed but the name has remainedIt all began when I went on a tour, hoping to find some furnitureFollowed a sign saying "Beautiful Chest", 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 it`s not too late, we could interest you in our old-fashioned Staffordshire 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 had gone when I met Little JohnHis name came, I understoodWhen the judge said, "You are 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 & Truth Incorporated for all who seekHe employed me as a karmamechanic, with overal charmsHis hands were then fit to receive, receive almsThat`s why we`re in ...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 moreJust a little moreIn with a left hook is the Bethnal Green ButcherBut he`s countered on the right by Mick`s chaingang 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 cavalry)Up, up above the crowdInside their Silver Cloud, done proudThe bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glassThe butler`s 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, it`s the end of the day and the Clouds roll awayEach has got its load - they`ll come out for the count at the break-in of dayWhen the limos return for their final review, it`s all through- All they can see is the morning goo"There`s no one left alive - it must be a draw"So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score

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