The Ghost Of Al Capone-John Cooper Clarke

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  • Опубліковано 23 лип 2009
  • in a marble room I was alone
    somewhere in the heart of rome
    through gardens long since overgrown
    down old arcades of broken stone
    I met the ghost of al capone
    upon request for some i.d.
    he said the guardian angels are working for me
    I called for a cop - he said stop or I shoot
    one or two holes in your three piece suit
    I say... steady on old fruit.
    he told me not to be so cute
    consider the river and the concrete boots
    the devil and the deep blue sea
    what you saw you didn't see
    the guardian angels are working for me
    the arms... the raving arms
    and the hustle and the bustle - muscle in
    I get sandwiched between the palms
    the waving palms
    and the banknotes rustle like an international language
    even the recession doesn't put him out of pocket
    back in the depression - he made a profit
    a one-man crime wave - who can stop it?
    the aged william in his pocket
    blackmail. blue films. narcotics...
    served with the style of a real neurotic
    and the easy smile of a true psychotic
    a sort of refugee
    from the heart of the apostolic sea
    from one flat fee to another flat fee
    the hours are short and the money's free
    and the guardian angels are working for me
    the arms... the raving arms
    and the hustle and the bustle - muscle in
    I get sandwiched between the palms
    the waving palms
    and the banknotes rustle like an international language
    I under pressure - suggested it
    why not confess and quit
    you're thirty-nine sir and less than fit
    he took my false address and split
    by the dirt roads, through the fever trees
    in a lamborghini - if you please
    to get from a to b
    I beat my heart and bend my knee
    the guardian angels are working for me
    paralysed in precious stone
    canonized - I stand alone
    in the clouds of paradise - my home
    a million orchids deck the throne
    of the man who numbered al capone
    the man who numbered all his bones
    a personal friend of the burning tree
    the guardian angels are working for me.
    what you saw you didn't see
    the guardian angels are working for me.
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