The Battle Of Epping Forest Lyrics

Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
Cos they disagree on a gangland boundary
Cos they disagree on a gangland boundary

There's Willy Wright and his boys - one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs, the Barking Slugs - supersmugs
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out
Yes, these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor
East-End heroes got to score in ...

The Battle of Epping Forest
Yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest
Right outside our door
No, you ain't seen nothing like this
No, you ain't seen nothing like this
Not since the Civil War

Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill, and Johnny's lads stand very still
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout - there's no guns in this gentlemen's bout
Georgie moves in on the outside left with a chain flying round his head
And Harold Demure, from Art Literature, nips up the nearest tree
(Here come the cavalry)

Amidst the battle roar
Accountants keep the score: 10 - 4
They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone
The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham
Handing out bread and jam just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic
It's 5 - 4 on William Wright, he made his pile on Derby night
When Billy was a kid, walking the streets, the other kids hid - so they did
Now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made
The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid

"I do my double-show quick", said Mick the Prick, fresh out the nick
"I sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave, then a visit I pay - and does it pay"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name, of Wine Women and Wandsworth fame
Said: "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed
I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed"

They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained
My employers have changed but the name has remained
It all began when I went on a tour, hoping to find some furniture
Followed a sign saying "Beautiful Chest", led to a lady who showed me her best
She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job to see what the trouble was
"Louise, is the Reverend hard to please ?"
"You're telling me"
"Perhaps, Sir, if it's not too late, we could interest you in our old-fashioned Staffordshire plate ?"
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute"
But the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out, "Shoot"

To save my steeple, I visited people
For this I had gone when I met Little John
His name came, I understood
When the judge said, "You are a robbing hood"
He told me of his strange foundation
Conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation
He'd had to hide his reputation
When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door
But now, with a pin-up guru every week
It was Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all who seek

He employed me as a karmamechanic, with overal charms
His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms

That's why we're in ...
Battle of Epping Forest
Yes, it's the Battle of Epping Forest
Right outside your door
We guard your souls for peanuts
And we guard your shops and houses
For just a little more
Just a little more

In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher
But he's countered on the right by Mick's chaingang fight
And Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men
Is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob
With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stress
But Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug
And Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure
Fires acorns from out of his sling
(Here come the cavalry)

Up, up above the crowd
Inside their Silver Cloud, done proud
The bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass
The butler's got jam on his Rolls; Roy doles out the lot
With tea from a silver pot just like any picnic, picnic, picnic, picnic
Along the Forest Road, it's the end of the day and the Clouds roll away
Each has got its load - they'll come out for the count at the break-in of day
When the limos return for their final review, it's all through
- All they can see is the morning goo
"There's no one left alive - it must be a draw"
So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score
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Songwriter(s): Michael Rutherford, Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins, Steve Hackett, Anthony George Banks
Copyright: Phil Collins Ltd., Genesis Music Ltd., Real World Music Ltd., Stephen Hackett Ltd., Imagem Music Nl, Rutherford Michael Ltd.
Record Label(s): 1973 Atco Records, a division of Atlantic Recording Corp , a Warner Music Group Company
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