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Outside the cats are scratching. Inside the doors are latching. On the room, the greedy gloom. The trial is revealed. . Police are six feet deep. With switchblades in their teeth.
Have you seen the iron lady's charms. Legs of steel, leather on her arms. Takin' on a man to die. A life for a life, an eye for an eye. And that's the iron lady in the chair.
London Bridge is falling down. And the people want their crown. They are not fooling a-round. Gimme my crown, gimme my crown, gimme my crown. . So I'll say these words to you.
Picasso leans out of the window, looks out on the ghetto. Changing the shapes he sees. His old friend El Greco, soon is expected. Now just an echo of Spanish seas.
Billie Sol was a man from the giant Texas land. He put the Chamber of Commerce on a limb. They voted him the best and the government did no less. Until the I.O.U.'s of Texas fell on him.
Oh, the bullets of the false revenge have struck us once again. As the angry seas have struck upon the sand. And it seemed as though a friendless world had lost itself a friend.
Well, once I heard some people say, "If you gotta travel. There's just one way, you gotta leave the ground, gotta go. Through the air, gotta find a pilot and pay your fare.