Paul Brady - Steel Claw lyrics
[Paul Brady - Steel Claw lyrics]
A night in television wonderland
Just one more fairytale about some rich bitch
Lying by the swimming pool
It's the golden school
And life is easy when you make the rules
Last Friday was the first time
It only took about a half a minute
On the stairway it was child's play
The odds turn out even
When you give up believing in the
Cold law, steel claw
Try to get on board you find
The lock is on the door well, I say, no way!
Don't try to keep me out or
There'll be hell to pay!
I don't know who's right or who's wrong
But it doesn't really matter
When you're crawling in the gutter
It's a see-saw
A long, hot battle with the cold law
Is what you get for messing with the
Steel claw
The politicians have forgotten this place
Except for a flying visit in a black Mercedes
At election time they cross the line
And everybody runs to watch the pantomime
If they could see what's going on around here
So many people hanging on to the edge
Crying out for revolution! Retribution!
The odds turn out even
When you give up believing in the cold law
Sometimes I think I'm going crazy
Sometimes I do a line makes me laugh
Makes me want to take a joy ride
On the high tide
Sometimes I'm contemplating suicide
Meanwhile Bobby's out in Benidorm
I know he's making out
With some sweet senorita and they go dancing
In the moonlight the odds turn out even
When you give up the believing
In the cold law
Just one more fairytale about some rich bitch
Lying by the swimming pool
It's the golden school
And life is easy when you make the rules
Last Friday was the first time
It only took about a half a minute
On the stairway it was child's play
The odds turn out even
When you give up believing in the
Cold law, steel claw
Try to get on board you find
The lock is on the door well, I say, no way!
Don't try to keep me out or
There'll be hell to pay!
I don't know who's right or who's wrong
But it doesn't really matter
When you're crawling in the gutter
It's a see-saw
A long, hot battle with the cold law
Is what you get for messing with the
Steel claw
The politicians have forgotten this place
Except for a flying visit in a black Mercedes
At election time they cross the line
And everybody runs to watch the pantomime
If they could see what's going on around here
So many people hanging on to the edge
Crying out for revolution! Retribution!
The odds turn out even
When you give up believing in the cold law
Sometimes I think I'm going crazy
Sometimes I do a line makes me laugh
Makes me want to take a joy ride
On the high tide
Sometimes I'm contemplating suicide
Meanwhile Bobby's out in Benidorm
I know he's making out
With some sweet senorita and they go dancing
In the moonlight the odds turn out even
When you give up the believing
In the cold law