Coal-Train Robberies Songtext / Lyric

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