The Taking of Peckham 123

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's like Saint Valentine's Day at the sugar candy store Where the barman lays on the bloodstained floor With all the wines and the cocktails he won't be serving anymore To the swingers and the roustabouts and the carnivore queen Who's looking for the Three Scrooges who are nowhere to be seen And life's just a bowl of cherries for the fruit machine The Taking of Peckham 123, 123 [Bridge] (vocalising) [Verse 2] Fifteen men on a dead man's chest They robbed him blind then dumb and then deaf And they left him there bleeding on the pavement to die And he went to that great high-rise block in the sky And the hands that do the dishes feel as soft as your face Then they rob you of your pension and they ransack your place Still, you try to forgive like the babby Jesus did Though it's so hard to be a saint in the flats where you live And you'll live there tomorrow and the day that you die When you'll go to that great high-rise block in the sky And you'll meet the babby Jesus so you'll know you're in Heaven And you'll get back the years that you gave in the taking of Peckham [Outro] (vocalising) Get back the years that you gave in the taking of Peckham