מילים לשיר The Battle Of Epping Forest – Genesis

over EastAlong the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, Yes, they disagree on a gangland boundary. 'cause they disagree on a gangland boundary.There's Willy Wright and his boys With fully one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys! the Barking Slugs these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor.For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, East end heroes got to score in. the Battle of Epping Forest, it's the Battle of Epping Forest, right outside your door. No, you ain't seen nothing like it, You ain't seen nothing like it. not since the Civil War. Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill, and Johnny's lads stand very still. With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout Georgie moves in on the outside left with a chain flying round his head, nips up the nearest tree. and Harold Demure, from Art Literature, (Here come the cavalry!) Admidst the battle roar, accountants keep the score: 10 The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham, They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone. handing out bread and jam just like any picnic.It's 5When Billy was a kid, walking the streets, the other kids hid Now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made. The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid."I do my double then a visit I pay "I sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave,And his friend, Liquid Len by name, of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame, said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framded!"They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained,my employers have changed but the name has remained. It all began when I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture. I followed a sign It led to a lady who showed me her best. She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes. Bob the Nob came out on his job to see what the trouble was. So she rang the bell, and quick as hell "Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?" "You're telling me!" "Perhaps, sir, if it's not too late. we could interest you in our Staffordshire plate?""Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute."But the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!" for this I'd gone when I met Little John. To save my steeple, I visited people, His name came, I understood, He told me of his strange foundation, when the judge said "You're a robbing hood." conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation, he'd had to hide his reputation. When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door. But now, with a pin it's Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all who seek.He employed me as a karmacanic, with overall charms.His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms.That's why we're in the Battle of Epping Forest, right outside your door. it's the Battle of Epping Forest, We guard your souls for peanuts, and we guard your shops and houses for just a little more. In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher, but he's countered on the right by Mick's chain and Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men, is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob. but Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug, With his kissar in a mess, Bob seems under stress, and Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure, fires acorns from out of his sling. (Here come the cavalry!) Up, up above the crowd, inside their Silver Cloud, done proud, the bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass. The butler's got jam on his Rolls, Roy doles out the lot, with tea from a silver pot just like any picnic.Along the Forest Road, it's the end of the day and the Clouds roll away.Each has got its load at the breakWhen the limos return for their final review, it's all thru'"There's noSo the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score.