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When the rats are running

and the boys are gunning

for heads on a tin plate ---

you can hear the footfall

softly in the back yard.

And the black jack is called

face up on the last card.



You'd better call your witness

in your dirty business.

Trop tard sera le cri.

Better run while you can ---

better set the tall sail.

Better make deep cover

before the boys have you nailed.



There's just one chance to get away ---

I'll catch up with you another day.

I'll close my eyes and count to ten

and come right after you again.



Grab your credit cards ---

cash in on your resources.

Take your passport from the drawer,

don't stop to change the horses.



Get out of the heat.



Now can you feel the pressure?

Have you got the measure

of being a wanted man?

Cold drink in your hand ---

hot sweat on your brow.

And there's no understanding

going to help you now.



Grab your credit cards ---

cash in on your resources.

Take your passport from the drawer,

don't stop to change the horses.

Notify all parties

of an earlier vacation.

No use trying to board the train

after it's left the station.



Get out of the heat.

along the costroad, by the headland
the early lights of winter glow
i'll pour a cup to you my darling
raise it up - say cheerio

Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking --
All containing --
Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones.
In the long red, red valley people live here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song.

Some bad people living further down the valley,
Not easy for us to do good trade.
We got snowmelt, snowmelt sweet water.
They got that valley road that they made.
In the long red, red valley people dying here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song.

Holding hands on the hillside.
Showing love to your brother --
your sister and your mother --
but we hate those people down the valley.

Has anybody seen Moses?
Get him off that mountain.
Bring back the tablets of stone.
It's a wise, wise prophet who keeps his own council.
Yeah, leave the other man's wife alone.
In the long red, red valley people live here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song.

Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking --
All containing --
Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones.
In the long red, red valley people living here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only live the valley song.
In the long red, red valley people dying here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only know the valley song.

Oh, I feel sympathy. Be grateful my son for what you get.
Expression and passion. Ten days for watching the sunset;
when I was your age amusement we made for ourselves.
''Permission to breathe sir,'' don't talk like that, I'm your old man.
They'll soon be demobbed son, so join up as soon as you can.
You can't borrow that
`cos that's for the races and doesn't grow on trees.

I only feel what touches me
and feel in touching I can see
a better state to be in.
Who has the right
to question what I might do,
in feeling I should touch the real
and only things I feel.

It's advice and it's nice to know when you're best advised.
You've only turned thirty, so son, you'd better apologize.
And when you grow up, if you're good
we will buy you a bike.