epic

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A whimsical tale about astreet urchins pretending

The Fulham Road

The lines were drawn the sides were met
They knew that they could not regret
‘Whose turf this is, that’s why we're here, if you’ve no sand get out of here”
and with that cry the fur will fly, real soon
sreet rats fight when there isn’t any room
so soon the souls of flesh and blood
will run on streets of tears and mud
As bullets fly and children fall
They think they’re men so brave and tall
And with that cry the fur will fly, real soon
street rats fight when there isn’t any room

It’s the shoot out on the Fulham Road
It’s the shoot out on the Fulham Road
It’s the shoot out on the Fulham Road
Everybody must be told
Just like the OK Corral

Then cutter john with his safety on, saw little Joe
Who turned to go, with a flash of a grin he truned himself into the knight
So little Joe with His safety on said “ I don’t know what you want of me, but don;t you
Believe that the streets are all ours, and that we should all be free?”
“oh so you think that because You can think that I won’t realize that you wear a disguise
as you’re running around with your head in the ground, do you hear what I say as you run away”
He said. Sliding off his perch...

Big Jim the leader said, “Let ‘im go, let ‘im go, he ain’t worth it, to plug ‘im. Let ‘im eat crow, when the come to fetch ‘im ‘ome”
Th worm was inside looking fo a fat hide to stack upon his shelf.
“oo looky here “ he said as he crawled, “ I’m sure that I’m as lucky as a four-leaf clover!’
Jim said “ Look out you ugly lout! I don’t know what it’s all about. Do you!, Do You? Do You Know what it’s all about, Do you?”
Worm said, as he laughed “ don’t you see, don’t you know?”

It’s the shoot out on the Fulham Road
It’s the shoot out on the Fulham Road
It’s the shoot out on the Fulham Road
It’s the shoot out on the Fulham Road


And with that cry the fur will fly, real soon
street rats fight when there isn’t any room

As Morning comes, no sound of drums, they’ve all gone home ‘til the next time...