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  
  
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 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  
  
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 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  
  
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