[Lyric] Telephone Box Unreleased Demo (Infadels)

As the sky was falling on the
Norwich marketplace
Dave C circles outside
The post office door

He's organised a pistol
And a balaclava
Blood thumping
Do it now
Gotta take the floor
Screaming at the cashier that
'I don't want to 'ave to 'urt nobody!'
As he runs his gun gets caught
In the awkward door
Recognising the woman
From two doors down
He panics
Gotta get to the phonebox
Gotta get a lift out of this town

When he steps inside
Sirens on his mind
Shouting down the line
I feel identified
Just meet me at White Lion
Get me out in time
Balls to catch his ride
The money left on the shelf
In the Dublin
Telephone box
Story of
Money found, then lost
Fat P, a generous windfall
Dave C's, getaway phonecall
John, Rez, Fat P driving on a
Empty petrol gauge
Gotta make a connection
To a man from Drayton Row
Organised a meet that gets them
Cash and wasted days
But the van stops in his tracks
And the deal could be blown
Fat P tells the rest
'I think we're gonna ring this geezer'
But the bars on my mobile phone
Saying no, to the phonebox we must go

When they step inside
Making's on their minds
Fingers on the dial
We'll be there in a while
But then P looks on the shelf
'Rez, what the fuck is that?'
Look there on the ledge
An envelope of wealth
In the Dublin
Telephone box
Story of
Money found, then lost
Fat P, a generous windfall
Dave C's, getaway phonecall
Dublin
Telephone box
Story of
Money found, then lost
Fat P, a generous windfall
Dave C's, getaway phonecall