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A night in television wonderland . . .
Just one more fairytale about some rich bitch
Lying by the swimming pool,
It′s the golden school,
And life is easy when you make the rules.

Last Friday was the first time -
It only took about a half a minute
On the stairway,
It was child's play
The odds turn out even
When you give up believing in the

Chorus
Cold law, Steel claw,
Try to get on board you find the lock is on the door
Well I say no way! . . .
Don′t try to keep me out or there'll be hell to pay!
I don't know who′s right or who′s wrong,
But it doesn't really matter,
When you′re crawling in the gutter
It's a see-saw
A long hot battle with the cold law
Is what you get for messing with the
Steel Claw

The politicians have forgotten this place . . .
Except for a flying visit in a black Mercedes
At election time,
They cross the line,
And everybody runs to watch the pantomime
If they could see what′s going on around here -
So many people hanging on to the edge
Crying out for revolution!
Retribution. . .!
The odds turn out even
When you give up believing in the cold law

Repeat Chorus

Sometimes I think I'm going crazy
Sometimes I do a line, makes me laugh,
Makes me want to take a joy ride
On the high tide . . .
Sometimes I′m contemplating suicide
Meanwhile Bobby's out in Benidorm -
I know he's making out with some sweet senorita
And they go dancing,
In the moonlight,
The odds turn out even
When you give up the believing in the cold law

Repeat Chorus

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