Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Saints
The Saints
Performer
Ed Kuepper
Ed Kuepper
Guitar
Alasdair Ward
Alasdair Ward
Bass
Chris Bailey
Chris Bailey
Vocals
Ivor Hay
Ivor Hay
Drums
Martin Bruce
Martin Bruce
Trumpet
Martin Drover
Martin Drover
Trumpet
Paul Nieman
Paul Nieman
Trombone
Roger Cawkwell
Roger Cawkwell
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ed Kuepper
Ed Kuepper
Composer
Roger Cawkwell
Roger Cawkwell
Brass Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ed Kuepper
Ed Kuepper
Producer
Bill Price
Bill Price
Engineer
Chris Bailey
Chris Bailey
Producer
Jeremy Spencer Green
Jeremy Spencer Green
Engineer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
Thirteen hot nights in a row
The cops drive past, but they move slow
A million people stayin' low
With mangoes ripe, who needs to grow?
[Verse 2]
I don't want to let down
My own hopes for this town
It's so hard to get around
Lots of cars, but not much sound in town
[Verse 3]
Lots of junk on the radio
Just take a look, then you will know
I start to feel I'm being used
In a scheme that's been hidden from the public view
[Verse 4]
I don't want to let down
My own hopes for this town
It's so hard to get around
Lots of cars, but not much sound in town
[Verse 5]
It's almost guarded by the sea
Our prison island is not free
Our hope goes, but it's still there
It doesn't alter if you stare
[Verse 6]
Living room isolation
Extraordinary situation
I see police, but where's the crime?
We're just like convicts doing time
[Verse 7]
Thirteen hot nights in a row
The cops drive past, and they move slow
I start to feel I'm being used
In some scheme that's been hidden from the public view
[Verse 8]
I don't want to let down
My own hopes for this town
It's so hard to get around
Lots of cars, but not much sound in town
Written by: Ed Kuepper
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