Flat Of Angles (Live, JB's, Dudley, 3 November 1979)

歌詞

Dragnet for gun-blast man The papers had a father Holding up a picture His son-in-law killed her Yes he killed his wife She was wasting his life His veins are full of evil serum But what's done is done Now he's trapped in flat of angles Hiding in flat of angles Right down to its gables And sometimes bell bust under The rings from many callers Coupon and gas-board man Dragnet for gun-blast man Who's trapped in flat of angles Rented cage is flat of angles Right down to its gables And first he started on the floorboards 120 degrees from window Doors open to specification And keeps out stupid neighbours Very safe is flat of angles Cheap rent too his flat of angles Down to its gables Here he fights to type Story of murder in his life Or soap operas all day In rooms of dirty laundry But I'm in flat of angles Hiding in flat of angles Right down to its gables And the sun dragged him out one day From his laundry He saw mercenary eyes The streets are full of mercenary eyes Well stretched in flat of angles Not long left in flat of angles Down to the gables There's a big reward for gun-blast man A big reward for gun-blast man A big reward for gun-blast man Let us go up and (..) write stories Dragnet Phone in for the Dragnet man