No Place-Ten Yard Fight

This is from the soles of our shoes Come life your glasses and drink a toast To king Kreosote We shave with glasses On and off as the lightning flashes In the twitch of levers and the vaults of factories Gobbled up with iron, without iron, Without communism This is no place for you Shut up here like a bear in a cage It's not for you And the night had a thousand eyes See them crying on your shoulder You've got to get yourself right out of this place And the night had a thousand eyes See them heavy on your shoulder 117 days it's not for you For all those living under the flag of Saatchi and Saatchi – The monuments of Marble Archie How dare you read of awards of St. Georgie? From the newspaper columns your blinkeys oily Hear the sten gun splutter You're a dog burning in the gutter Closed your shutter Touché, olé, balihai