Songtexte
Kerosene
cafe
is
bringing
in
the
mail
It's
a
fifty-fifty
choice,
pass
go
or
go
to
jail
Can
see
her
with
the
matches
on
the
pavement
in
the
rain
Glowing
by
the
light
of
this
southbound
train
She's
shouting,
"Good
Christian
soldiers
Stamp
their
ration
books
with
failure
And
twinkle
little
Stalin's
hung
his
hat
upon
my
Nellie
You're
gonna
wish
you
had
a
Ford
when
your
last
breath
comes
'Cos
we
never
want
for
nothing
'cept
a
little
freedom"
And
I've
seen
it
all
before
And
I've
seen
it
all
before
They
brought
me
to
the
bars
when
I
was
fourteen
A
sexy
little
girl
and
a
seedy
little
magazine
They
painted
out
my
life,
a
page
of
black
and
white
'Cos
there's
no
call
for
justice
when
you're
dealing
in
spite
I
landed
on
a
tightrope
on
the
hook
line
of
a
dare
A
little
ragged
at
the
edges
but
not
beyond
repair
With
a
hole
in
every
pocket
and
half
a
bag
of
tricks
But
it
was
nothing
that
a
tenner
and
a
bullet
couldn't
fix
And
I've
seen
it
all
before
And
I've
seen
it
all
before
My
money
is
on
anger
They
say
the
form
is
good
They
say
the
odds
are
stacked
And
this
side
of
Birmingham's
a
good
place
to
be
When
they
finally
light
the
match
And
I've
seen
it
all
before
And
I've
seen
it
all
before
Just
wait
'til
they
see
me
out
on
the
front
page
Just
wait
'til
they
remember
how
they
stroked
this
rage
Shining
like
a
penny
in
the
back
slum
gutter
Like
a
single
note
sonata
in
the
train
conductor's
stutter
Make
sure
they
get
to
see
me
when
I'm
hanging
from
the
ceiling
Get
each
detail
of
exactly
how
they're
feeling
These
five
have
got
the
rights
to
the
docu-soap
shows
They'll
buy
the
truth
off
for
some
doughnuts
and
a
sweet
red
rose
And
I've
seen
it
all
before
And
I've
seen
it
all
before
My
money
is
on
anger
They
say
the
form
is
good
They
say
the
odds
are
stacked
And
this
side
of
Birmingham's
a
good
place
to
be
When
they
finally
light
the
match
And
I've
seen
it
all
before
And
I've
seen
it
all
before
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