Communique

Some people get a cheep laugh breaking up the speed limit

Scaring the pedestrians for a minuteCrossing up progress driving on the grass

Leaving just enough room to passSunday driver never took a test

Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west

Yes it's no use saying that you don't know nothing

It's still gonna get you if you don't do something

Sitting on the fence that's a dangerous course

Oh, you could even catch a bullet from the peace-keeping force

Even the hero gets a bullet in the chestOh yeah, once upon a time in the west

Mother Mary your children are slaughtered

Some of you mother ought lock up your daughtersWho's protecting the innocenti

Heap big trouble in the land of plentyTell me how we're gonna do what's best

You guess once upon a time in the westOh yeah, once upon a time in the west

Oh yeah, once upon a time in the westOh yeah, once upon a time in the west

Once upon a time in the west

He sticks to his gunsHe take the road as it comes

It takes the shine off his shoesHe's says it's a shameYou know it may be a game

Ah but I won't play to loseHe's burning the grassHe take up a glass

He swallow it neatHe crosses the floorHe open the door

He take a sniff of the streetAnd she tell him that he's crazy

She's a-saying hey babyI'm your wifeYeah she tell him that he's crazy

For gambling a-with his lifeBut he climbs on his horse

You know he feels no remorseHe just kicks it aliveHis motor is fine

He take it over the lineUntil he's ready to dive

And she tells him that he's crazyYes she's saying listen babyI'm your wife

Yeah she tell him that he's crazyFor gambling with his lifeHe sticks to his guns

He take the road as it comesIt takes the shine off his shoes

He's says it's a shameYou know it may be a gameAh but I won't play to lose

Where d'ya think you're goingDon't you know it's dark outside

Where d'ya think you're goingDon't you care about my pride

Where d'ya think you're goingI think you don't knowYou got no way of knowing

There's really no place you can goI understand your changes

A-long before you reach the doorI know where you think you're going you

I know what you came here forAnd now I'm sick of joking

You know I like you to be freeA-where d'ya think ya going

I think you better go with me girlYou say there is no reason

But you still find cause to doubt meIf you ain't with me girl

You're gonna be without meWhere d'ya think you're going

Don't you know it's dark outsideWhere d'ya think you're going

I wish I didn't care about my prideAnd now I'm sick of joking

You know I like you to be freeA-where d'ya think ya going

I think you better go with me girl

We wanna get a statement for Jesus' sakeIt's like talking to the wall

He's incommunicado No comment to makeHe's saying nothing at all

Yeah but in the communique You know he's gonna come cleanThink what he say 

Say what he meansMaybe on Monday he got something to sayCommunicationCommunique

CommuniqueMaybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade

Maybe he could talk about himself

Maybe he could talk about the money that he made

Maybe he be saying something else

But in the communique you know he's gonna come cleanThink what he say 

Say what he meanMaybe on Monday he got something to sayCommunicationCommunique

CommuniqueWell now the rumors are flyingSpeculation rife

They say that he's been trying someone else's wifeSomebody at the airport

Somebody on the phoneSays he's at the station and he's coming home alone

Then we get the story The serious pieceAnd a photograph taken in the hall

And you don't have to worry with the previous release

Right now he's saying nothing at all

But in the communique you know he's gonna come cleanThink what he say 

Say what he meanMaybe on Monday he'll have something to sayCommunication

CommuniqueCommuniqueCommunication

Lady writer on the TV

Talk about the Virgin Mary

Reminded me of you

Expectation left to come up to yeah



Lady writer on the TV

Yeah, she had another quality

The way you used to look

And I know you never read a book



Just the way that her hairfell down around her face

Then I recall my fall from grace

Another time, another place



Lady writer on the TV

She had all her brains and the beauty

The pictures does not fit

You talked to me when you felt like it



Just the way that her hairfell down around her face

Then I recall my fall from grace

Another time, another place



Yes and your rich old man

You know he'd call her a dead ringer

You got the same command

Plus your mother was a jazz singer



Just the way that her hairfell down around her face

Then I recall my fall from grace

Another time, another place



Lady writer on the TV

She knew all about a history

You couldn't hardly write your name

I think I want you just the same as the



Lady writer on the TV

Talking about the Virgin Mary

Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me

And lady writer on the TV

Lady writer on the TV

Talking about the Virgin Mary

Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me

And lady writer on the TV

Well there's a Peter Pan moon, shepherd's delight

I got the dragon at noon, yes and won the fight

Now I want my reward in heaven tonight, just like you promised

Angel of Mercy you'll come to no harmAngel of Mercy, there's no need for alarm

The knight in his armor wants a night in your armsYou know he's honest

Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight

And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right Sweet angel

Well now it's too late for talkin', we can talk later on

Let the saxaphone play us till the chorus of dawn

And I need is a little oblivion, you don't need protection

Well now here comes the moonlight down on your bed

Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head

I don't want your money, I want you insteadDon't need rejection yeah

Angel of Mercy, angel delight, give me my reward in heaven tonight

And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right

Angel of Mercy, give me heaven tonightWell, if you cross your heart 

And spit and swear upon the grave of your motherYou gotta get into it, you gotta

Tell me that I'm more than a loverYeah angel of Mercy, angel delight

A-give me my reward in heaven tonight

And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right

Angel of Mercy, give me heaven tonightYeah angel of Mercy, angel delight

A-give me my reward in heaven tonight

And if I give up my sword, won't you give me the right

Angel of Mercy, give me heaven tonight

Bella donna's on the highstreetHer breasts upon the off beat

And the stalls are just the side showsVictoriana's old clothes

And yes her jeans are tight nowShe gotta travel light now

She's gotta tear up all her roots nowShe got a turn up for the boots now

Yeah she thinks she's toughShe ain't no English roseBut the blind singer

He's seen enough and he knowsYes and he do a song About a long gone Irish girl

Ah but I got one for you Portobello BelleShe sees a man upon his back there

Escaping from a sack thereAnd Bella donna lingersHer gloves they got no fingers

Yeah, the blind man says he IrishHe get his money in a tin dish

Just a corner serenaderUpon a time he could of made her, made her

Yeah, she thinks she's toughShe ain't no English roseAh, but the blind singer

He's seen enough and he knowsYes and do a song About a long gone Irish girl

Ah but I got one for you Portobello BelleYes and the barrow boys are hawking

And the parakeet is squawkingUpon a truck there is a rhino

She get the crying off the winoAnd then she hear the reggae rumble

Bella donna's in the jungleBut she is no garden flower

There is no distress in the towerOh, bella donna walks

Bella donna taking a strollBut she don't care about your window box 

Or your button holeYes and she sing a song About a long gone Irish girl

Ah but I got one for you Portobello Belle

Two in the morning dry-dock townThe river rolled away in the night

Little Gypsy Moth she's all tied downShe quiver in the wind and the light

Yeah and the sailing ship just held down in chainsFrom the lazy days of sail

She's just lying there in silent painHe lean on the tourist rail

A mother and her baby and the College of warIn the concrete grave

You never want to fight against the river lawNobody rules the waves

Yeah, on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailingAround the Cutty Sark

The single-handed sailor go sailingSailing away in the dark

He's up on the bridge on the self-same nightThe mariner of dry dock land

Two in the morning but there's one green lightAnd a man on a barge of sand

She's a gonna slip away below himAway from things he's done

But he just shouts, "Hey man whatcha call this thing?"

Could say "Pride of London"On a night when the lazy wind is wailing

Around the Cutty SarkYeah single-handed sailor goes sailing

Sailing away in the dark

Oh well the sun go downCelebration in the town tonight

All day long they been slaughtering upon the stone.Share out the meat

Yeah you really like to eat,Come on, woman, come, follow me home.

Oh well the priest, he cried'Virgin ascending to the skies tonight'

All day long I've passed my time alone.When the church bell rung

Stayed out on the tower in the dying sun

Now come on, woman, come, follow me home.Well I don't need no priest

But I love all of the peopleYes, I share the feast

So drink up more wine, yes, and a song in my bonesI know the way

I can see by the moonlight, clear as the day,

Now, come on, woman, come, follow me home.