Mr. Crown Prosecutor

Mr. Crown Prosecutor
No matter what I say or do
You take money, to put whatever
May be the opposite view
What you see, is what I am
I will always be, an honest man
Mr Crown Prosecutor, raise my hand
I can’t say the same about you

Mr. Crown Prosecutor, go down now
I’ll show you where your children play
The deep shit they get to play with
And the people that they’ve got to pay
I got caught, in a traffic jam
A girl on the street, with a chain of command
Goin’ up through the city
To the government of the day

Mr. Crown Prosecutor, raise my hand
The hands of a fish so small
You know, if it wasn’t so
I wouldn’t be here at all
What you see, is what I am
I will always be, an honest man
Lost in the blind stupidity of it all

Mr. Crown Prosecutor, go down now
I’ll show you where your children play
The deep shit they get to play with
And the people that they’ve got to pay
But Mr. Crown Prosecutor, if you look
You’ll find where it tells it to ya in this book
How the vine by the well
Gotta branch out over the wall

Never Stop Loving You

Well it’s taken so long to reach the time
Where we can go on or leave it behind
For better or worse so easy to say
But I choke on the words as you push me away

And every move along the way
Has moved us each in separate ways
And I can feel there’s something
Going wrong

Oh I’ll never stop loving you this life
Maybe I’m wrong maybe I’m right

Well I look in your eyes You never look back
All the sparkle is gone there’s nothing left
But the black

What’s the use of holding back
The best defence is still attack
And don’t give up before the battle’s
Won

I’ll never stop loving you this life
Maybe I’m wrong maybe I’m right
Can’t turn and run when I can fight
I’ll never stop loving you this life.

J. Barnes – EMI Music

Once Around the Sun

Let’s take a walk girl
See what we can see
I talk to you girl
You can talk to me
But if you look real hard
Into someone else’s eyes
You can find a soul and set it free

Once around the sun is nothin
I can’t seem to get enough of you girl in my life

Sometimes it’s funny what the heart can see
While eyes can only stare in disbelief
Well there’s a place way down
Most people try to hide
Like a place in you I hope to find

Once around the sun is nothin
I can’t seem to get enough of you girl in my life
Once around the sun will find me
Well any place that you’re beside me here girl in my life

Won’t you come on

Let’s take a walk girl
See what we can see
I talk to you girl
You can talk to me
Sometimes it’s funny what the heart can see
While eyes can only stare in disbelief
And if you look real hard
Into someone else’s eyes
You can find a soul and set it free

Pretty Little Thing

Pretty little thing there’s a smoky moon
Pretty little thing up between the dunes
Pretty little thing there’s a place I know
Pretty little thing, lets go

I say yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
Pretty little thing, I want you

Pretty little thing the way you stagger around
Like Bambi gotten lost on a handful o’ mandies
An’ all o’ these hillbillies hangin’ around
To see if you can handle it, and fillin’ their immediate plans with you

Well they don’t know jack shit and for all o’ your
Juiced up, anyone’s, user pays little act
You know you ain’t never gonna fall
And there ain’t no one o’ them’ll ever get to lay their hands on you

I say yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah,
Pretty little thing when you need a ride
Pretty little thing I got the wheels outside

I say yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah,
Pretty little thing you know I can’t afford the time
I get easily bored

Pretty little thing underneath what’s real o’ that
Pretty little thing for the taking deal, well
Pretty little thing you know I just might feel like
Goin’ for a ride in the moonlight and doin’ what I can for you

Don Walker – Palomarr / Rondor

Red Sand

Way out back of the Coolgardie
Round the turn of the century
Two riders came out of the west
They were lookin’ for the colour of gold
Trading on an old red blanket
Took ’em in a young boy
Passed him on to a pearl lugger
That was Java bound outa Roebuck Bay

The crew were mainly Manila men
And the young boy must have known
He’d never be back now
Down in the red sand

Manila-man got the machete
Manila-man cut him down cold
Die with the Balander boss on a lugger
Could not have been more
Than twelve years old

Looking out on a clear sky
As the sun beats down on her head
A mother alone
Fails to understand
And as the long years go by
Just an old red blanket to dry
The tears for the son
Who’ll never be home
Down in the red sand

Ian Moss, Peter Moss, Cal Curtis – Mushroom Music / Control / Control

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