Coal-Train Robberies

	作词 : MacManus
	Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting
	And as the signals took an age to change it was easy pickings
	So you go to the movies where they smash it up
	You want to feel your heart pumping it makes you feel good
	All through the karaoke girls were squealing the hits
	As another Mercedes-Benz gets blown to bits
	While all the time in the camptown theatres of Piccadilly
	They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot children
	That they're always selling
	They'll say "It's quaint" as the guilty ones faint and claim they ain't underneath this paint
	We interrupt these liberal saints with their whips and watermelon
	Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
	It's like another world, or it had better be
	So we return to whitewashed pout of his committed lips
	Since he was declared the long lost fountain
	Of youth that drips and drips and drips
	They'll be sending him round from door to door,
	To sell you back what's already yours
	"So many good deeds, so little time"
	Say the advertising agency swine
	When man has destroyed what he thinks he owns
	I hope no living thing cries over his bones
	If you don't believe that I'm going for good
	You can count the days I'm gone and chop up
	The chairs for firewood
	Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
	It's like another world, or it had better be

	zuò cí : MacManus
	Yesterday' s coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting
	And as the signals took an age to change it was easy pickings
	So you go to the movies where they smash it up
	You want to feel your heart pumping it makes you feel good
	All through the karaoke girls were squealing the hits
	As another MercedesBenz gets blown to bits
	While all the time in the camptown theatres of Piccadilly
	They' re going to throw a blackface minstrel show for the barefoot children
	That they' re always selling
	They' ll say " It' s quaint" as the guilty ones faint and claim they ain' t underneath this paint
	We interrupt these liberal saints with their whips and watermelon
	Reports are coming in of a coaltrain robbery
	It' s like another world, or it had better be
	So we return to whitewashed pout of his committed lips
	Since he was declared the long lost fountain
	Of youth that drips and drips and drips
	They' ll be sending him round from door to door,
	To sell you back what' s already yours
	" So many good deeds, so little time"
	Say the advertising agency swine
	When man has destroyed what he thinks he owns
	I hope no living thing cries over his bones
	If you don' t believe that I' m going for good
	You can count the days I' m gone and chop up
	The chairs for firewood
	Reports are coming in of a coaltrain robbery
	It' s like another world, or it had better be