It all started back in 1958, we were melting down chrome bumpers
to forge our own half crown coins. We moved from the countryside
into the city, we bought sharp suits, fast cars, drums, horns,
bass guitars. We got ourselves a lockup down by the docks, we
sold off all our good ideas, we had a warehouse full of them.
We paid for everything in ten and twenty pound notes, I tell you,
the Chinese the Japanese the French, the Germans, they all loved
us - to death. Then Al, he took offence at something he misheard,
he rushed out of his house, he fell down the fire escape. Then
Jimi, he got careless and drunk, he had a terrible accident holding
a kitchen knife. Mac, we always thought he was the unlucky one,
he had a gas fire in his house, he had a GAS FIRE in his house.
Donny, he got that terrible wasting disease, he was eaten from
the inside, but worse still, he left me on my own, but that doesn't
change a thing. This is the way we do business, it's the way it's
always been done.
