It's true to say That we're a breed apart The mill-fire's in our eyes The moors are in our hearts From an ancient town With a gravity of its own And the souls so proud Hear her bleak wind moan
Think you'll get one over me? Motherfucker, wait and see We'll tell you once And we'll tell you briefly Fuck you - we're from Keighley
We hail the past And our fathers' industry That holds the greying gables Of every stone we see An anachronistic bruise On the knuckle of history 'Twas no more in '74 Or that's what they believe
Think you'll get one over me? Motherfucker, wait and see We'll tell you once And we'll tell you briefly Fuck you - we're from Keighley
It's true to say That we're a breed apart The mill-fire's in our eyes The moors are in our hearts From an ancient town With a gravity of its own And the souls so proud Hear her bleak wind moan
Think you'll get one over me? Motherfucker, wait and see We'll tell you once And we'll tell you briefly Fuck you - we're from KeighleyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.