DESCRIPTION:
From '' The Man On Your Street ''
Label: 4AD ‎-- CAD 214
Format: Vinyl, LP, Album
Country: UK
Released: 01 Nov 1982

Tracklist
A1 The Salesman
A2 Letter From Hall
A3 The Luckiest Citizen
A4 Revenge!
A5 The Courier
B1 The Man On Your Street
Written-By -- David Weddell, Paul Mason
B2 A Night Underground
B3 Two Of A Kind
B4 March In Turin

Vocals, Violin -- Kirsteen McCormick
Saxophone, Flute -- Steve Kettley
Performer -- David Weddell, Neill Martin, Paul Mason, Ronnie Torrance
Performer, Written-By -- Nick Currie

Producer, Arranged By -- The Happy Family

Engineer -- Calum Malcolm
Engineered At -- Castle Sound Studios

Artwork [Drawing] -- Gillian McCormick
Photography By [Back Cover] -- Mike Shepley

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Lyrics

A salesman's life is a tale of woe
He's despised in every place
The rain seeps through his overcoat
And the door's slammed in his face
A salesman needs the faith of saints
His position's much the same
He's crucified by overheads
With no underdogs to blame

Here I have detergent
These boxes are my life
I flog them round from town to town
To feed my son and wife
Buy this fine detergent
How much do you require?
It cleans away impurities
And stills the fleshly fires

I kiss my wife in the morning light
As I lift the beetle boot
Stack my boxes row on row
Then I hit the Danube route
Augsburg's full of scallywags
Trying on the ancient line
Saying a salesman called just yesterday
And his face looked just like mine

Here I have detergent
These boxes are my life
I flog them round from town to town
To feed my son and wife
Buy this fine detergent
It s everything you need
It's friendship for the lonely ones
For the godless it's a creed

A handsome young evangelist
Had sacred words to speak
He thought God's will appealed to me
I was studying his technique
He warned me of the enemy
With a twinkle in his eye
I see to my eternal shame
My rival in disguise

Here I have detergent
These boxes are my life
I flog them round from town to town
To feed my son and wife
Buy this fine detergent
Biologically prepared
To cleanse the crime from criminals
The answer to our prayers

A self-made man's a can of worms
His soul's a blood-stained sheet
But he struggles to redeem himself
As he sells from street to street
Members of the jury
I've just one thing left to add
The law is by its nature good
But a salesman must be bad

Here I hove detergent
These boxes are my life
I flog them round from town to town
To feed my son and wife
Buy this fine detergent
Salvation comes to those
Who cleanse their soul as white as white
In the washtub with their clothes

Here I have detergent
It'll be the death of me
Then I'll flog these boxes
Round the length and breadth of eternity
Me and my detergent
We're insured for all we're worth
And while we're cleaned out in purgatory
They'll be filthy rich on earth.