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“There must be some kind of way out of here,”
Said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion,
I can’t get no relief.
Businessman they drink my wine,
Plowman dig my earth
None will level on the line, nobody offered his word, hey”

“No reason to get excited,”
The thief, he kindly spoke
“There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too

Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
*Buisness man there, drink my wine,
Come and take my herb.

(Martin)
Si te sientes triste y todo anda mal
Debes de ponerte siempre a pensar
Que tienes un amigo que tienes a un amigo
En que puedes tu confiar tu y yo siempre juntos
No, nos detendran
(Belinda)
Tu eres la persona que me
Ayudara es nuestro destino el que nos
Apoyara
A que tu y yo amigos por siempre encontremos un gran final
(Todos)
Eres alguien en que confiar vamos juntos vamos ya buscando
La felicidad, ven y acercate un poco mas amigos por siempre
Hasta el final luchando por la libertad
(Belinda)
Tu yo siempre juntos sin mirar atras esa el la manera de alcanzar la
Libertad
(Martin)
Toma ya mi mano tienes que confiar debes
De ponerte siempre a pensar,
Que tu y yo los dos amigos por siempre lucharemos
Por un lugar
(Todos)
Eres alguien en que confiar vamos juntos vamos ya buscando
La felicidad, ven y acercate un poco mas amigos por siempre
Hasta el final luchando por la libertad
(Martin)
Amigos Por siempre
(Coro)
Contra el muro debes luchar
(Martin)
Amigos Por siempre
(Coro)
Contra el muro debes luchar
(Martin)
Amigos Por siempre

Amigos por siempre
(Coro)
Contra el muro debes luchar
(Martin) tu y yo hasta el final
(Belinda) tu y yo amigos por siempre
(Todos)
Eres alguien en que confiar vamos juntos vamos ya buscando
La felicidad, ven y acercate un poco mas amigos por siempre
Hasta el final luchando por la libertad
(Todos)
Eres alguien en que confiar vamos juntos vamos ya buscando
La felicidad, ven y asercate un poco mas amigos por siempre
Hasta el final luchando por la libertad
(Todos)
Eres alguien en que confiar vamos juntos vamos ya buscando
La felicidad, ven y acercate un poco mas amigos por siempre
Hasta el final luchando por la libertad

Keep it simple
Keep it neat
Aim your hook
At the man in the street
Throw him the bones
But freeze the meat
‘Cos the meat goes off
But the beat goes on
Business is business
Business is business
Business is business
And only the tough survive
Radio fallout
In an open prison
Jazz-based soul tinged
Watered down rhythm
Too many pretty sleeves
With Nothing in ’em
Johnny be good or bad
But not indifferent
Hard-core bland-out
Stocking filler
Soft-sell overkill
Tee-shirts given
Everybody’s wearing them
See you at the party tonight
M. O. Are. Is good
M. O. Are. Is safe
M. O. Are. Is here
Just give it to ’em
Never think about it
Force fed
On half dead melodies
Dragged up from the archives
Playing on your sympathies
I’m being brain-washed
And don’t know how to block it
‘Cos something in the chorus
Burns a hole in my pocket
And I can’t feel the pain
When my finger’s in the socket
And only the numb survive
Only the numb survive
Only the numb survive
Business is business
Business is business
Business is business
Everyone was doing it
You weren’t at the party last night
M. O. Are. Is good
M. O. Are. Is safe
M. O. Are. Is you
M. O. Are. Is here
Where
Relax, Relax
Relax, Relax
Relax, Relax
Relax, Relax
Maybe you can think of a way
To turn me on
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Transcribed by tj Thurston 1/8/95
Administrator of Minestrone: The 10cc/Godley & Creme mailing list

Arewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks, to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
To take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay.

I’m on my way down to the quay where the ship at anchor lays
To command a gang of navvys that they told me to engage
I thought I’d drop in for a drink before I went away
For to take a trip on an emigrant ship to the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks, to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
To take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay.

The boss came up this morning, he says “well Pat you know
If you don’t get your navvys out I’m afraid you have to go”
So I asked him for me wages and demanded all my pay
For I told him straight, I’m going to emigrate to the shores of Botany Bay

Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks, to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin is lying at the quay
To take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay.

And when I reach Australia I’ll go and look for gold
There’s plenty there for the digging of, or so I have been told
Or else I’ll go back to my trade and a hundred bricks I’ll lay
Because I live for an eight hour shift on the shores of Botany Bay

I don’t deny I’m in the public eye
Seems like 24/7 being watched by a spy
Makes me wonder why they don’t live their own lives
They’re not news reporters
They’re full of bullshit and lies
Leave them alone their karma will be their demise
I can read between the lines
They make up shit because there’s no shit to find-find (fu-fu-fu-fuck ’em)
I’m under a microscope directly going to prison if I take a toke
People ask me for answers as if I was the pope
I’m my own spiritual leader on this emotional teeter totter
My senses are getting hotter

Are you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
get the fuck back back
why you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
get the fuck back

Now I see what’s on the real
The public craves drama like a pig that squeals
They watched me in court testifyin’ to a fucked up charge
I was drowning myself in my own tears
Of my Boys growing up in the early years
Without their father near
Ain’t no way I’m gonna dissapear
Can you hear?
Freedom can be taken from you at anytime
So you better think twice before you pay the price, pay the price!

Are you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
get the fuck back back
why you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
get the fuck back back
(No one can condemn!
No one can condemn!)

Fittin’ to go Richter
Gonna get sicka
That’s for sure
We’re bumpin up the temperature
We’re blowin up the area,
Gonna scare ya,
We’re the Methods of Mayhem!
No one can condemn!

Are you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
get the fuck back back
why you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
get the fuck back back
(No one can condem!
No one can condem!)

Fittin’ to go Richter
Gonna get sicka
That’s for sure we’re bumpin up the temperature
We’re blowin up the area,
Gonna scare ya,
We’re the Methods of May, May, May, May Ma-Mayhem!

Are you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
get the fuck back back
why you testing me?
Get the fuck back punk
get the fuck back!