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84 Hell to Pay

(Airey, Gillan, Glover, Morse, Paice)
From the Deep Purple album

Eddie was an armchair revolutionary; always whipping us into a frenzy of anti-establishment activity. When I say activity it was really just animated talk, fuelled by alcohol and the need to impress our fellow revolutionaries. Eddie was 'All talk and no trousers'. At the first sign of trouble he'd be under the table or out the door like the proverbial rat up a drainpipe. But he had a Che Guevara T-shirt, a wispy moustache and a flinty stare that gave him a manic edge over his impressionable coterie. His hair was never right though, I think his 'two-tone' soubriquet came from the comb-over; his pale skull showed through in stripes beneath his greasy barnet (Barnet Fair = Hair; rhyming slang) as the evenings wore on.

Hell to Pay

(Airey, Gillan, Glover, Morse, Paice)

Take pity on two-tone Eddie
His hair was never right
He used to be cool with a glint in his eye
But he lost it overnight
The spinning world is changing things are rearranging
But Eddie says to me
Nothing wrong with the way it was
That's way it's meant to be

Up the revolution
We're all prepared to die
Up the revolution
That was the battle cry


There's gonna be hell
Hell to pay
There's gonna be hell
Hell to pay


Eddie was a die-hard rebel
In the good old days of way back when
A cigarette was cool and all the kids in school
Could read and count to ten
Everyone said he had a future bright
Of that there was no doubt
He never could make us understand
What the rebellion was all about

Up the revolution
We're all prepared to die
Up the revolution
That was the battle cry


There's gonna be hell
Hell to pay
There's gonna be hell
Hell to pay


Two-tone Eddie drew up battle plans
For making love not war
Everybody laughed at the fighting in the street
From behind a guarded door
It came to nothing when it all went down
And the band began to play
Another plan, put your head in the sand
Live to fight another day

Up the revolution
We're all prepared to die
Up the revolution
That was our battle cry


There's gonna be hell
Hell to pay
There's gonna be hell
Hell to pay

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