It's like Saint Valentine's Day, at the sugar candy store
With the barman lays on the bloodstained floor
With all the wines and the cocktails,
He won't be serving anymore..
To the swingers, and the roustabouts and the carnivore queen
Who's looking for three scrooges, who are nowhere to be seen
And life is just a bowl of cherries for the fruit machine..
The taking of Peckham, one-two-three, one-two-three
La -- la la la la -- la la la la -- la laa...
La -- la la la la -- la la la la -- la laaa...
Fifteen men, on a dead man's chest
They robbed him blind, then dumb, and then deaf
And they left him there bleeding on the pavement to die
And he went to that great high-rise block in the sky
And the hands that do the dishes, feel as soft as your face
Then they rob you of your pension, and they ransack your place
Still you try to forgive, like the baby Jesus did
Though it's so hard to be a Saint, in the flats where you live
And you'll live there tomorrow, and the day that you die
When you'll go to that great high-rise block in the sky
And you'll meet the baby Jesus, so you'll know you're in Heaven
And you'll get back the years that you gave
In the taking of Peckham..
(LONG INTERLUDE)
La -- la la la la -- la la la la -- La la la laaaa...
La -- la la la la -- la la la laaa...
Take back the years that you gave
in the taking of Peckham