A night in television wonderland . . . Just one more fairytale about some rich bitch Lying by the swimming pool, It's the golden school, And life is easy when you make the rules. Last Friday was the first time - It only took about a half a minute On the stairway, it was child's play The odds turn out even When you give up believing in the Chorus Cold law, Steel claw, Try to get on board you find the lock is on the door Well I say no way ! . . . Don't try to keep me out or there'll be hell to pay! I don't know who's right or who's wrong, But it doesn't really matter, When you're crawling in the gutter it's a see-saw A long hot battle with the cold law Is what you get for messing with the Steel Claw The politicians have forgotten this place . . . Except for a flying visit in a black Mercedes At election time, they cross the line, And everybody runs to watch the pantomime If they could see what's going on around here - So many people hanging on to the edge Crying out for revolution! Retribution. . . ! The odds turn out even When you give up believing in the cold law Repeat Chorus Sometimes I think I'm going crazy Sometimes I do a line, makes me laugh, Makes me want to take a joy ride on the high tide . . . Sometimes I'm contemplating suicide Meanwhile Bobby's out in Benidorm - I know he's making out with some sweet senorita And they go dancing, in the moonlight, The odds turn out even When you give up the believing in the cold law Repeat Chorus