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Mark King - 5:15 Am lyrics
5.15 a.m. 
 Snow laying all around 
 A collier cycles home
 From his night shift underground
 Past the silent pub
 Primary school, workingmens club 
 On the road from the pithead 
 The churchyard packed 
 With mining dead
 Then beneath the bridge 
 He comes to a giant car 
 A shroud of snow upon the roof
 A mark ten jaguar
 He thought the man was fast asleep
 Silent, still and deep
 Both dead and cold
 Shot through 
 With bullet holes
 The one armed bandit man
 Came north to fill his boots
 Came up from cockneyland 
 E-type jags and flashy suits
 Put your money in 
 Pull the levers
 Watch them spin
 Cash cows in all the pubs
 But he preferred the new nightclubs
 Nineteen sixty-seven
 Bandit men in birdcage heaven 
 La dolce vita, sixty-nine
 All new to people of the tyne
 Who knows who did what 
 Somebody made a call
 They said his hands 
 Were in the pot
 That he'd been skimming haulsMark King - 5:15 Am - http://motolyrics.com/mark-king/5-15-am-lyrics.html
 He picks up the swag
 They gaily gave away
 Drives his giant jag 
 Off to his big pay day
 The bandit man
 Came north to fill his boots
 Came up from cockneyland 
 E-type jags and flashy suits
 The bandit man
 Came up the great north road
 Up to geordieland
 To mine 
 The mother lode
 Seams blew up or cracked
 Black diamonds came hard won
 Generations toiled and hacked 
 For a pittance and black lung
 Crushed by tub or stone
 Together 
 And alone
 How the young and old 
 Paid the price of coal
 Eighteen sixty-seven
 My angel's gone to heaven
 He'll be happy there
 Sunlight and sweet clean air
 They gather round the glass 
 Tough hewers and crutters
 Child trappers and putters
 The little foals and half-marrows
 Who pushed 
 And pulled the barrows
 The hod boys 
 And the rolleywaymen 
 5.15 a.m.









