| Song | Coal-Train Robberies |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | Spike |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MacManus | |
| Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting | |
| And as the signals took an age to change it was easy pickings | |
| So you go to the movies where they smash it up | |
| You want to feel your heart pumping it makes you feel good | |
| All through the karaoke girls were squealing the hits | |
| As another Mercedes-Benz gets blown to bits | |
| While all the time in the camptown theatres of Piccadilly | |
| They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot children | |
| That they're always selling | |
| They'll say "It's quaint" as the guilty ones faint and claim they ain't underneath this paint | |
| We interrupt these liberal saints with their whips and watermelon | |
| Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery | |
| It's like another world, or it had better be | |
| So we return to whitewashed pout of his committed lips | |
| Since he was declared the long lost fountain | |
| Of youth that drips and drips and drips | |
| They'll be sending him round from door to door, | |
| To sell you back what's already yours | |
| "So many good deeds, so little time" | |
| Say the advertising agency swine | |
| When man has destroyed what he thinks he owns | |
| I hope no living thing cries over his bones | |
| If you don't believe that I'm going for good | |
| You can count the days I'm gone and chop up | |
| The chairs for firewood | |
| Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery | |
| It's like another world, or it had better be |
| zuo ci : MacManus | |
| Yesterday' s coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting | |
| And as the signals took an age to change it was easy pickings | |
| So you go to the movies where they smash it up | |
| You want to feel your heart pumping it makes you feel good | |
| All through the karaoke girls were squealing the hits | |
| As another MercedesBenz gets blown to bits | |
| While all the time in the camptown theatres of Piccadilly | |
| They' re going to throw a blackface minstrel show for the barefoot children | |
| That they' re always selling | |
| They' ll say " It' s quaint" as the guilty ones faint and claim they ain' t underneath this paint | |
| We interrupt these liberal saints with their whips and watermelon | |
| Reports are coming in of a coaltrain robbery | |
| It' s like another world, or it had better be | |
| So we return to whitewashed pout of his committed lips | |
| Since he was declared the long lost fountain | |
| Of youth that drips and drips and drips | |
| They' ll be sending him round from door to door, | |
| To sell you back what' s already yours | |
| " So many good deeds, so little time" | |
| Say the advertising agency swine | |
| When man has destroyed what he thinks he owns | |
| I hope no living thing cries over his bones | |
| If you don' t believe that I' m going for good | |
| You can count the days I' m gone and chop up | |
| The chairs for firewood | |
| Reports are coming in of a coaltrain robbery | |
| It' s like another world, or it had better be |
| zuò cí : MacManus | |
| Yesterday' s coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting | |
| And as the signals took an age to change it was easy pickings | |
| So you go to the movies where they smash it up | |
| You want to feel your heart pumping it makes you feel good | |
| All through the karaoke girls were squealing the hits | |
| As another MercedesBenz gets blown to bits | |
| While all the time in the camptown theatres of Piccadilly | |
| They' re going to throw a blackface minstrel show for the barefoot children | |
| That they' re always selling | |
| They' ll say " It' s quaint" as the guilty ones faint and claim they ain' t underneath this paint | |
| We interrupt these liberal saints with their whips and watermelon | |
| Reports are coming in of a coaltrain robbery | |
| It' s like another world, or it had better be | |
| So we return to whitewashed pout of his committed lips | |
| Since he was declared the long lost fountain | |
| Of youth that drips and drips and drips | |
| They' ll be sending him round from door to door, | |
| To sell you back what' s already yours | |
| " So many good deeds, so little time" | |
| Say the advertising agency swine | |
| When man has destroyed what he thinks he owns | |
| I hope no living thing cries over his bones | |
| If you don' t believe that I' m going for good | |
| You can count the days I' m gone and chop up | |
| The chairs for firewood | |
| Reports are coming in of a coaltrain robbery | |
| It' s like another world, or it had better be |