Midnight On The Murder Mile
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๐ Lyrics
It was midnight on the murder mile
Wilson Pickett's finest hour
I was walking towards the flashing smile
Of the Crystal Palace Tower
Past the big old church where the hands of God
Were stuck on lucky 7
And the bells inside were limbering up
For a sawn-off shotgun wedding
From the gas board to the fire brigade
There's a dozen GPO's
There's an all night chicken takeaway
Which was finger lickin' closed
As I passed the wonder of good old Woolworths
My travel card expired
It was midnight on the murder mile
O.K. let's riot
In the avenues and alleyways
I took a short-cut to the throat
I was stitched up by the Boys Brigade
And I was beaten to a pulp
I was marinaded, regurgitated
And served up as a cold meat
And as they shoved me in the blender
I remembered Johnny told me
If the concrete and the clay beneath your feet
Don't get you son
The avenues and alleyways are gonna do it
Just for fun
They'll suck you in and spit you out
And leave your family lonely
The telephones on sticks will tell you
999 calls only
But it's too late to call the fire brigade
An ambulance or the cops
I need the father, son and holy coast guard
Operator, operator
Long distance, information get me Jesus on the line
I need communion, confirmation, absolution for my crimes
I need a character witness Jesus I think I'm about to die
My whole life pass before me when the night bus passed me by
It was 3 O'clock on the murder mile
When I came to my senses
And my only death wish was that I had
A sockful of fifty pences
A public execution that the whole neighbourhood could watch
Or just a phone box, a phone box, my kingdom for a phone box
If the concrete and the clay beneath your feet
Don't get you son
The avenues and alleyways are gonna do it
Just for fun
When they've sucked you in and spat you out
And left your family lonely
The telephones on sticks will tell you
999 calls only
Wilson Pickett's finest hour
I was walking towards the flashing smile
Of the Crystal Palace Tower
Past the big old church where the hands of God
Were stuck on lucky 7
And the bells inside were limbering up
For a sawn-off shotgun wedding
From the gas board to the fire brigade
There's a dozen GPO's
There's an all night chicken takeaway
Which was finger lickin' closed
As I passed the wonder of good old Woolworths
My travel card expired
It was midnight on the murder mile
O.K. let's riot
In the avenues and alleyways
I took a short-cut to the throat
I was stitched up by the Boys Brigade
And I was beaten to a pulp
I was marinaded, regurgitated
And served up as a cold meat
And as they shoved me in the blender
I remembered Johnny told me
If the concrete and the clay beneath your feet
Don't get you son
The avenues and alleyways are gonna do it
Just for fun
They'll suck you in and spit you out
And leave your family lonely
The telephones on sticks will tell you
999 calls only
But it's too late to call the fire brigade
An ambulance or the cops
I need the father, son and holy coast guard
Operator, operator
Long distance, information get me Jesus on the line
I need communion, confirmation, absolution for my crimes
I need a character witness Jesus I think I'm about to die
My whole life pass before me when the night bus passed me by
It was 3 O'clock on the murder mile
When I came to my senses
And my only death wish was that I had
A sockful of fifty pences
A public execution that the whole neighbourhood could watch
Or just a phone box, a phone box, my kingdom for a phone box
If the concrete and the clay beneath your feet
Don't get you son
The avenues and alleyways are gonna do it
Just for fun
When they've sucked you in and spat you out
And left your family lonely
The telephones on sticks will tell you
999 calls only
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:27.30] It was midnight on the murder mile
[00:29.66] Wilson Pickett's finest hour
[00:31.65] I was walking towards the flashing smile
[00:33.89] Of the Crystal Palace Tower
[00:35.70] Past the big old church where the hands of God
[00:37.54] Were stuck on lucky 7
[00:39.71] And the bells inside were limbering up
[00:41.66] For a sawn-off shotgun wedding
[00:43.59] From the gas board to the fire brigade
[00:45.78] There's a dozen GPO's
[00:47.69] There's an all night chicken takeaway
[00:49.54] Which was finger lickin' closed
[00:51.81] As I passed the wonder of good old Woolworths
[00:53.92] My travel card expired
[00:55.39] It was midnight on the murder mile
[00:57.92] O.K. let's riot
[01:07.52] In the avenues and alleyways
[01:09.51] I took a short-cut to the throat
[01:11.33] I was stitched up by the Boys Brigade
[01:13.65] And I was beaten to a pulp
[01:15.50] I was marinaded, regurgitated
[01:16.73] And served up as a cold meat
[01:19.53] And as they shoved me in the blender
[01:21.36] I remembered Johnny told me
[01:23.83] If the concrete and the clay beneath your feet
[01:25.97] Don't get you son
[01:27.51] The avenues and alleyways are gonna do it
[01:30.39] Just for fun
[01:31.45] They'll suck you in and spit you out
[01:33.68] And leave your family lonely
[01:35.50] The telephones on sticks will tell you
[01:37.75] 999 calls only
[02:03.54] But it's too late to call the fire brigade
[02:05.44] An ambulance or the cops
[02:07.14] I need the father, son and holy coast guard
[02:10.54] Operator, operator
[02:15.09] Long distance, information get me Jesus on the line
[02:18.84] I need communion, confirmation, absolution for my crimes
[02:23.22] I need a character witness Jesus I think I'm about to die
[02:27.08] My whole life pass before me when the night bus passed me by
[02:31.32] It was 3 O'clock on the murder mile
[02:33.13] When I came to my senses
[02:35.15] And my only death wish was that I had
[02:37.07] A sockful of fifty pences
[02:39.57] A public execution that the whole neighbourhood could watch
[02:43.29] Or just a phone box, a phone box, my kingdom for a phone box
[02:46.98] If the concrete and the clay beneath your feet
[02:49.82] Don't get you son
[02:51.42] The avenues and alleyways are gonna do it
[02:53.99] Just for fun
[02:55.48] When they've sucked you in and spat you out
[02:57.20] And left your family lonely
[02:59.41] The telephones on sticks will tell you
[03:01.57] 999 calls only
[03:05.83]
[00:29.66] Wilson Pickett's finest hour
[00:31.65] I was walking towards the flashing smile
[00:33.89] Of the Crystal Palace Tower
[00:35.70] Past the big old church where the hands of God
[00:37.54] Were stuck on lucky 7
[00:39.71] And the bells inside were limbering up
[00:41.66] For a sawn-off shotgun wedding
[00:43.59] From the gas board to the fire brigade
[00:45.78] There's a dozen GPO's
[00:47.69] There's an all night chicken takeaway
[00:49.54] Which was finger lickin' closed
[00:51.81] As I passed the wonder of good old Woolworths
[00:53.92] My travel card expired
[00:55.39] It was midnight on the murder mile
[00:57.92] O.K. let's riot
[01:07.52] In the avenues and alleyways
[01:09.51] I took a short-cut to the throat
[01:11.33] I was stitched up by the Boys Brigade
[01:13.65] And I was beaten to a pulp
[01:15.50] I was marinaded, regurgitated
[01:16.73] And served up as a cold meat
[01:19.53] And as they shoved me in the blender
[01:21.36] I remembered Johnny told me
[01:23.83] If the concrete and the clay beneath your feet
[01:25.97] Don't get you son
[01:27.51] The avenues and alleyways are gonna do it
[01:30.39] Just for fun
[01:31.45] They'll suck you in and spit you out
[01:33.68] And leave your family lonely
[01:35.50] The telephones on sticks will tell you
[01:37.75] 999 calls only
[02:03.54] But it's too late to call the fire brigade
[02:05.44] An ambulance or the cops
[02:07.14] I need the father, son and holy coast guard
[02:10.54] Operator, operator
[02:15.09] Long distance, information get me Jesus on the line
[02:18.84] I need communion, confirmation, absolution for my crimes
[02:23.22] I need a character witness Jesus I think I'm about to die
[02:27.08] My whole life pass before me when the night bus passed me by
[02:31.32] It was 3 O'clock on the murder mile
[02:33.13] When I came to my senses
[02:35.15] And my only death wish was that I had
[02:37.07] A sockful of fifty pences
[02:39.57] A public execution that the whole neighbourhood could watch
[02:43.29] Or just a phone box, a phone box, my kingdom for a phone box
[02:46.98] If the concrete and the clay beneath your feet
[02:49.82] Don't get you son
[02:51.42] The avenues and alleyways are gonna do it
[02:53.99] Just for fun
[02:55.48] When they've sucked you in and spat you out
[02:57.20] And left your family lonely
[02:59.41] The telephones on sticks will tell you
[03:01.57] 999 calls only
[03:05.83]