It's like Saint Valentine's Day\\
at the sugar candy store\\
where the barman lays\\
on the bloodstained floor\\
with all the wines\\
and the cocktails\\
he won't be serving anymore\\
to the swingers\\
and the roustabouts\\
and the carnivore queen\\
who's looking for the [[3 scrooges]]\\
who are nowhere to be seen\\
and life's just a bowl of cherries\\
for the fruit machine\\
[[THE TAKING OF PECKHAM]]\\
1 . . 2 . . 3 . . 1 . . 2 . . 3 . .\\
[[Fifteen men on a dead man's chest]]\\
they robbed him blind,\\
then dumb.\\
and then deaf\\
and they left him there bleeding\\
on the pavement to die\\
and he went to that\\
great high-rise block in the sky\\
[[And the hands that do the dishes]]\\
feel as soft as your face\\
then they rob you of your pension\\
and they ransack your place\\
still, you try to forgive\\
like the Babby Jesus did\\
though it's so hard to be a saint\\
in the flats where you live\\
And you'll live there forever\\
and the day that you die\\
when you'll go to that\\
great high-rise block in the sky\\
and you'll meet the Babby Jesus\\
so you ll know you're in Heaven\\
and you'll get back the years\\
that you gave\\
in the taking of Peckham\\