The Crime of the Century Songtext
von Jimmy Maddon

Miles twiddles his thumbs, increasingly smelling of rum
With 6p in his pocket and another larger in hand
Now he′s off to a local show, to see if he can still throw
His leg over a local girl

But in the back row he forgets the words
To the songs he used to know
When life was his show
Sunken eyes and a young man's dream
Staring up at a football screen


Chelsea′s a waitress with silver screen dreams
Who's years have flown by stuck in soap opera scenes
At the bar serving coffee and tea to the musician
Who thought the beers would be free
She starts to cry, as she thought she'd be someone

The news of the world is lawyers doing lines
As Policeman turns a blind eye ′coz it′s after eleven
And politicians in fitted suits
Sending out armed troops
Where there is no war
Is this the crime of the century?

"Hey Jimmy" they say "play us another song by the band we used to see"
He tunes his guitar, gets up off the settee
But the bar is empty and he dreams of the years
When the foldback's were better and the mic smelt like beer
Yet the owner refuses to put bread in his jar, how will he run his car?
Is this the crime of the century?