Some people get a cheap laugh
Breaking up the speed limit
Scaring the pedestrians for a minute
Crossing up progress driving on the grass
Leaving just enough for room to pass
Sunday driver never took a test
Oh yes, once upon a time in the west

Yes and it's no use saying
That you don't know nothing
It's still gonna get you if you don't do something
Sitting on a fence that's a dangerous course
Oh, you could even catch a bullet
From the peace-keeping force
Even the hero gets a bullet in the chest
Oh yes, once upon a time in the west

Mother Mary your children are slaughtered
Some of you mothers ought to lock up your daughters
Who's protecting the innocenti?
Heap big trouble in the land of plenty
Tell me how we're gonna do what's best
You guessed: once upon a time in the west

Oh yes, once upon a time in the west
Oh yes, once upon a time in the west
Oh yes, once upon a time in the west
Oh yes, once upon a time in the west
				

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It take the shine off his shoes
He says it's a shame
"You know, it may be a game
Ah, but I won't play to lose"

He's burning the grass
He take up a glass
He swallow it neat
He crosses the floor
He open the door
He take a sniff of the street

And she tell him that he's crazy
She's a-saying
"Hey baby, I'm your wife"
Yeah, she tell him that he's crazy
For gambling a-with his life

But he climbs on his horse
You know he feel no remorse
He just a-kicks it alive
His motor is fine
He take it over the line
Until he's ready to dive

And she tell him that he's crazy
Yes, she's saying
"Listen baby, I'm your wife"
Yeah, she tell him that he's crazy
For gambling a-with his life

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It take the shine off his shoes
He says it's a shame
"You know, it may be a game
Ah, but I won't play to lose"

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It take the shine off his shoes
He's too fast to stop
He take it over the top
He make a line in the news
				

Where do you think you're going
Don't you know it's dark outside
Where do you think you're going
Don't you care about my pride
Where do you think you're going
I think a-you don't know
You got no way of knowing
There's really no place you can go

I understand your changes
A long before you reach the door
I know where you think you're going
I know what you came here for
And now I'm sick of joking
You know I like you to be free
A-where do you think you're going
I think you better go with me, girl

You say there is no reason
But you still find cause to doubt me
When you ain't with me girl
You're gonna be without me

Where do you think you're going
Don't you know it's dark outside
Where do you think you're going
I wish I didn't care about my pride
And now I'm sick of joking
You know I like you to be free, girl
Where do you think you're going
I think you better go with me, girl
				

They wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake
It's like a talking to the wall
He's incommunicado no comment to make
He's saying nothing at all

But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on a Monday he got something to say

Communication
Communiqué
Communiqué

Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade
Maybe he could talk about himself
Maybe he could talk about the money that he made
Maybe he'd be saying something else

But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on a Monday he got something to say

Communication
Communiqué
Communiqué

And now the rumors are flying
Speculation rising
Say that he's been trying someone else's wife
Somebody at the airport
Somebody on the phone
Says he's at the station and he's coming on the noon
Then we get the story a serious breeze
And a photograph taken in the hall
You don't have to worry with the previous release
Right now, he's saying nothing at all
But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean
Think what he say
Say what he means
Maybe on a Monday he got something to say

Communication
Communiqué
Communiqué

Communication
Communiqué
Communication
Communiqué
				

Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left to come up to, yeah
Lady writer on the TV
Yeah, she had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place

Lady writer on the TV
She had all the brains and the beauty
The picture does not fit
You'd talk to me when you felt like it

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place

Yes and your rich old man
You know he'd a call her a dead ringer
You got the same command
Plus your mother was a Jazz singer

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Oh, yeah
Another time, another place

Lady writer on the TV (Lady writer on the TV)
She knew all about a history
You couldn't hardly write your name
I think I want you just the same as the
Lady writer on the TV (Lady writer on the TV)
Talking about the Virgin Mary (Lady writer)
Yeah, you know I'm talking about you and me (Lady writer on the TV)
And the lady writer on the TV
Take it to the lady writer on the TV (Lady writer on the TV)
Talking about the Virgin Mary (lady writer)
Yeah, you know I'm talking about you and me (Lady writer on the TV)
And the lady writer on the TV

(Lady writer on the TV
Lady writer
Lady writer on the TV
Lady writer on the TV
Lady writer
Lady writer on the TV
Lady writer on the TV
Lady writer)
				

Well there's a Peter Pan moon, shepherd's delight
I got the dragon at noon, yes and I won the fight
Now I want my reward in heaven tonight, just like you promised
Angel of Mercy, you'll come to no harm
Angel of Mercy, there's no need for alarm
The knight in his armour wants a night in your arms
You know he's honest

Angel of Mercy, angel delight
Give me my reward in Heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me Heaven tonight

Well now it's too late for talking we can talk later on
Let the saxophone play us till the chorus of dawn
And all I need is a little oblivion, you don't need protection
Well now here come the moonlight down on your bed
Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head
I don't want your money, I want you instead
Don't need rejection yeah

Angel of Mercy, angel delight
Give me my reward in Heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me Heaven tonight

Well if you cross your heart
And spit and swear upon the grave of your mother
You got to get into it, you gotta tell me that I'm more than a lover

Angel of Mercy, angel delight
Give me my reward in Heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me Heaven tonight

Yeah, angel of Mercy, angel delight
Give me my reward in Heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me Heaven tonight

Angel of Mercy, angel delight
Give me my reward in Heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right
Angel of Mercy give me Heaven tonight

Hey, angel of mercy
Help me baby
Angel of mercy
				

Bella donna's on the high street
Her breasts upon the off beat
And the stalls are just the side shows
Victoriana's old clothes
And yes, her jeans are tight now
She got to travel light now
She got to turn up all her roots now
She got to turn up for the boots now

She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Ah, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes, and he do a song about a long-gone Irish girl
Ah, but I got one for you, Portobello Belle

She sees a man upon his back there
Escaping from a sack there
And bella donna lingers
Her gloves ain't got no fingers
Yeah, the blind man sing in Irish
He get his money in a tin dish
Just a corner serenader
Upon a time he could have made her, made her

She thinks she's tough
She ain't no English rose
Ah, but the blind singer
He's seen enough and he knows
Yes, and he do a song about a long-gone Irish girl
Ah, but I got one for you, Portobello Belle

Yes, and the barrow boys are hawking
And the parakeet's squawking
Upon a truck there is a rhino
She get the crying of a wino
And then she hear the reggae rumble
Bella donna's in the jungle
But she is no garden flower
There is no distress in the tower

Bella donna walks
Bella donna taking a stroll
She don't care about your window box or your buttonhole
Yes, and she sing a song about a long-gone Irish girl
Ah, but I got one for you, Portobello Belle
				

Two in the morning, dry-dock town
The rivers rolls away in the night
Little Gipsy Moth she's all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light

Yeah, and a sailing ship just held down in chains
From the lazy days of sail
She's just lying there in silent pain
He lean on the tourist rail

A mother and her baby and the college of war
In the concrete graves
You never wanna fight against the river law
Nobody rules the waves
Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Single-handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark

He's upon the bridge on the self same night
The mariner of dry dock land
Two in the morning, but there is one green light
And a man on the barge of sand
She's gonna slip away below him
Away from the things he's done
But he just shouts "Hey man, what do you call this thing?"
He could have said "Pride of London"
On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Yeah the single-handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark
				

Oh well the sun go down
Celebration in the town tonight
All day long
They been slaughtering upon the stone
Share out the meat
Yeah, you really like to eat
Come on woman, come follow me home

Well, the priest he cries
Virgins ascending to the skies tonight
All day long
I have passed my time alone
And when the church bell rung
I stayed out on the tower
In a dying sun
Now come on woman, come follow me home

Well I don't need no priest
But I love all of the people
Yes I share the feast
So drink up my wine
Yes and the song in my bones
I know the way
I can see by the moonlight
Clear as the day
Now come on woman, come follow me home