Lyrics:

Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter cuttingAnd as the signals took an age to change it was easy pickings
So you go to the movies where they smash it upYou want to feel your heart pumping it makes you feel goodAll through the kara
oke girls were squealing the hitsAs another mercedes-benz gets blown to bitsWhile all the time in the camptown theatres of p
iccadillyThey're going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot childrenThat they're always sellingThey'll say '
it's quaint' as the guilty ones faint and claim they ain't underneath this paintWe interrupt these liberal saints with their w
hips and watermelonReports are coming in of a coal-train robberyIt's like another world, or it had better beSo we retur
n to whitewashed pout of his committed lipsSince he was declared the long lost fountainOf youth that drips and drips and drip
sThey'll be sending him round from door to door,To sell you back what's already yours'so many good deeds, so little time'Sa
y the advertising agency swineWhen man has destroyed what he thinks he ownsI hope no living thing cries over his bonesIf you
don't believe that i'm going for goodYou can count the days i'm gone and chop upThe chairs for firewoodReports are coming
in of a coal-train robberyIt's like another world, or it had better be