The Pukka Orchestra - Cherry Beach Express

I got a bone to pick with you
Not-so-friendly boys in blue
When you come out of the station and into the street
Everybody beats a hasty retreat
Well it was late one Friday, I'm a little bit wrecked
You're on your way "to serve and protect"
You buzz out of the cruiser like bees from a hive
And ask me if I want to 'go for a drive' (go for a drive?)

That's why I'm riding on the Cherry Beach Express
My ribs are broken and my face is in a mess
And a name on my statement's under duress

52 Division, handcuffed to a chair
I'm trying to line up but fall down the stairs
I tell you I am innocent, I try to explain
But just making sure you don't do it again (do what again?)

That's why you're riding on the Cherry Beach Express
Your ribs are broken and your face is in a mess
And we strongly suggest you confess

I confess!
I confess I am mystified by the way you're occupied
I confess I'm horrified…why are you so terrified?
Does the pain get any less if I confess?

And the name on my statement's under duress
52 Division, handcuffed to a chair
I'm trying to line up but fall down the stairs
I tell you I am innocent, I try to explain
But just making sure you don't do it again (do what again?)

That's why I'm riding on the Cherry Beach Express
My ribs are broken and my face is in a mess
That's why I'm riding on the Cherry Beach Express
And I never dreamed it would be like this
I never dreamed it would be like this
I never dreamed it would be like this
I never dreamed it would be like this

Written by:
DUGGAN-SMITH, WILLIAMSON

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