24 Minutes from Tulse Hill (Norwich Waterfront 26/4/92)

Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine

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All aboard! If you're constantly spazzing, we can be your guide We're a runaway train, we'll take you for a ride It's an eight-eight special with automatic doors Johnny Guitar (What?) will tell you where it goes Down the tracks like a thunderstorm Past the house where I was born Guaranteed unbonafide Genuine, a one knuckle ride We got snakеts, crackheads, pensioners, pimps Anonymus alcoholics looking for a drink Put your feet up, enjoy the show Twenty-four missions to Toad's Hill, let's go! We got Yardies, stealers, crack-slick cops Bostick Boys playing chicken in a box Jackpot, Black bus, Summerstown Blues Nineteen Nervous, the wrecking crew Madhouse patients, pit bull terriers Amid the loan sharks trying out the jaw snitch BMX fannys breaking all the windows Don't need a weatherman, no, just join the windmill Twenty-four missions to Toad's Hill, drivers dressed in black Steady on the dead man's handle, we ain't coming back We're going down the tracks, on the page Past the door, silver blades Through the flats to the seventh floor Along the walkway, the uprun draw Up the staircase, down the hall We're dragging benches against the wall Peace and brains and in a tablespoon A wop-bop-a-boo-bop-a-wop-bam-boo Call no cars, call no cars Check all the pubs and raid all the bars Bring in the rapists, the muggers and thieves Make it safe for the OAPs House the homeless boys and girls Save the children, beat the world Put your feet up, mind the gap Take it right by the tracks, move back Twenty-four missions to Toad's Hill, drivers dressed in black Steady on the dead man's handle, we ain't coming back We're going down the tracks, on ahead Where schemes and angels spin a thread Up the chimneys, down the drains Through the eyes of Harry Kane From the back of a strato to the tape of a Peppermill Fun, fun, fun, here we go We got an eight-eight special with automatic doors Johnny Guitar will tell you where it goes Down the tracks like a thunderstorm Past the house where I was born It's a guaranteed unbonafide Genuine, a one knuckle ride We got snackers, crackheads, pensioners, pimps Anonymus alcoholics looking for a drink Yardies, stealers, crack-slick cops Bostick Boys playing chicken in a box Toad's Hill, this is Toad's Hill, Toad's Hill This is Norwich, man! Well, yeah Sixty-nine, dudes