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 101 Damnations
 Midnight On The Murder Mile
 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
 Frome gas board to the fire brigade
 There's a dozen GPO's
 An all night chicken takeaway
 Which was finger lickin' closed
 As I passed the wonder of good old Woolworth's
 My travelcard 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 Daddy told me
 CHORUS
 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 they'll 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!
 Long distance, information get me Jesus on the line
 I need communion, confirmation and absolution for my crimes
 I need a character witness jesus I think I'm about to die
 I saw my whole life flash 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
 CHORUS
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