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ROSE TATTOO - BUTCHER AND FAST EDDIE
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rose Tattoo
Rose Tattoo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dallas Royall
Dallas Royall
Composer
Michael Cocks
Michael Cocks
Composer
Gary Stephen Anderson
Gary Stephen Anderson
Composer
Peter William Wells
Peter William Wells
Composer
Gordon Leach
Gordon Leach
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Young
George Young
Producer
Harry Vanda
Harry Vanda
Producer

Lyrics

It happened in the suburbs north of the river Where the smokestacks scrape the air And gangs of short haired boys roam the streets Get out of there way, 'cause there out to get there share Now Butcher, he was the leader Had a reputation for being tough but fair He knew life was just a gamble So he lived from day to day without a care Stick around and I'll tell ya About Butcher and Fast Eddy Across the river lived Fast Eddy He was known to be treacherous, very mean Even Eddy's sweet young sister out on the streets Just a girl, barely fifteen Now Fast Eddy, he led the rival gang And he claimed he was better... than most One day I'm gonna fix that Butcher Always seemed to be this cocky braggart's boast There's only the quick and the dead I wanna know who's layin' down Now, I'm gonna win this fight said Eddy Yeah...'cause I'm gonna take a knife, and I'm gonna take a gun But Butcher, he told his mates as they gathered 'round I got two good fists, and you know I never... Never ever ever been afraid of anyone And it came the night, at last for their meeting I can't lose said Eddy, 'cause I'm the best But the cold light of morning found Eddy His own switchblade knife... buried deep in his chest! Yeah that's it all... Oh-WOW Butcher, and Fast Eddy Yeah that's it all And the law never did touch Butcher And I'm so glad, 'cause I know so well He was a born with a wild free spirit, and he never... He never was the kind to live locked up in some dirty stinkin' cell And the kids, they still talk about it In the back streets and alleyways around town They still talk about that cold, windy Saturday night That old Butcher... ya know, he put Fast Eddy down...
Writer(s): Gary Stephen Anderson, Peter William Wells, Gordon Leach, Dallas Leslie Royall, Michael Thomas Cocks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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