Steel Claw  - Paul Brady

    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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