The Battle Of Epping Forest Lyrics

Song	The Battle Of Epping Forest
Artist	Genesis
Album	Genesis 1970-1975
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	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

	zuo ci : 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 fullyfashioned 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, 104
	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 doubleshow 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 oldfashioned
	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 pinup guru every weekIt was love, peace and truth incorporated for all who seekHe employed me as a karmamamechanic, 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 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 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

	zuò cí : 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 fullyfashioned 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, 104
	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 doubleshow 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 oldfashioned
	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 pinup guru every weekIt was love, peace and truth incorporated for all who seekHe employed me as a karmamamechanic, 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 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 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

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