Ed Ames (John Peel Session #2)

Lyrics
There's no fire There's a charming face on his sister A darling face on his sister And a dour face on his sister And a bratty face on his sister, I wish I could Can't handle her at all Give me your lens cap, please There's a chief investigator standing middle of the street Where his aunt was slashed last night once they running from market to the hydrant And he can't do his job properly 'Cause she gave him the favorite presents every holiday And he dearly misses her So they call So they call (Run) (Run me down) So they call a private investigator with a long nose and a large pipe who no problem Picks up the assailant leaning On a large leg in the valley six miles away You know what he said? "He did the crime, but I'm doing the time Chief investigator" This is a song about lonely Edward Franklin Ames Out of a job, confused Steadies himself, he's a tinkerer, has his two children shovel their small plates under the chin, panicked Scraps of change and talent Man, the one case separated him from a decent stress-filled life And they're keeping it somewhere In a small museum outside of Copenhagen Looks off into the ocean Respect to the Vikings, and the Caucasian warriors I lost is lost
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