Jethro Tull - Crossfire Lyrics
Spring light in a hazy mayAnd a man with a gun at the doorSomeones crawling on the roof above ---All the media here for the showIve been waiting for our friends to comeLike spiders down ropes to free-fallA thirty round clip for a visiting card ---Admit one to the embassy ballCaught in the crossfire on princes gate avenueIn go the windows and out go the lightsCall me a doctor. fetch me a policemanIm down on the floor in one hell of a fightIm just a soul with an innocent face ---A regular boy dressed in blueConducting myself in a proper wayAs befitting the job that I doThey came down on me like a ton of bricksSwept off my feet, knocked aboutTheres nothing for it but to sit and waitFor the hard men to get me outCalm reason floats from the street belowAnd the slow fuse burns through the nightEveryones tried to talk it throughBut they cant seem to get the deal rightSomewhere there are brownings in a two-hand hold ---*****ed and locked, one up the spoutTheres nothing for it but to sit and waitFor the hard men to get me out
