Sheila goes out with her mate Stella It gets poured over her fella Cos she says 'man he ain't no better then the next man kicking up fuss', Drunk she stumbles down by a river, screams calling 'London', None of us heard her coming. I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
(Oh when my love, my darling, You've left me here alone, I'll walk the streets of London Which once seemed all our own.
The vast suburban churches Together we have found: The ones which smelt of gaslight The ones in incense drowned)
Her lingo went from the Cockney to the gringo Anytime she sing a song the other girls sing along Tell all the fellas that the lady is single, a fickle way to tickle on a young man's tipple, Shes up for doing what she likes anyday more like night She drowned drunk sorrows that she stole, bought, borrowed She didn't like fights but at the same time understood Fellas'll be fellas till the end of time
(Good heavens what a noise, cold blooded murder of the English tongue, Blup!)
Jack had a gang that he called the Manygrams He was known as Smack Jack the Cracker Man In life he was dealt some shit hands But the boy's got the back now And Jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan Dependant mans upon the other ones And man Lisa had a baby with Sam And now Jack's on his own man Well done Jack glug down that Cider You're right she's a slut and you never f**king liked her Not like what he stopped, so shocked Cause it turns out the last dance killed the Pied Piper
Tough little big man, friends with your daughter Only cause they bribe him to pick up his quarters Brawler, lager lout brawlers Fall to the floor and they're free But they ain't near the border Two young guns down by a hellfire corner Always did a favour, but never took an order Behave young scallywag, a fine young Gallahad Glad dragged out up but only ever getting fag hags
Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tags Slag better understand he came for the glamour But this sound's original, Superficial the issue For one near Jack the dirty five doppelgangers
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella It get's poured all over her fella Cos she says 'Man he ain't no better' Than the next man kicking up fuss Drunk, she stumbles down by a river Screams calling London None of us heard her coming I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
(Its over man it's over LOONDON!)
So this a short story 'bout the girl Georgina Never seen a worse, clean young mess Under stress, at best But she pleased to see ya With love, God bless, we lay her body to rest Now it all there started with Daddy's alcoholic Lightweight, drinking down, numbing his brain And the Doctor said he couldn't get the heart der' started Beat up, drugged up, she feeling the strain She says 'In a rut, what the f**k I supposed to do?' Suck it out star, start keep running through True, but you try it an't easy to do She been buckle belt beaten from the back like a brat Don't know where she going but she know where she at So Geooorgie, it's time to chain react But the truth is, you know, she'll probably fall back Tears stream down her face, she screamed away 'When I fall, no one catch me, alone, lonely, I'll overdose slowly, I'll get scared, I'll scream and shout' But you know it won't matter she'll be passing out I said Giggidy Biggidy up just another day Another sad story that's tragedy the Paramedic announced death for ten-thirty Rip it up, kick it, spit out the views
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella It get's poured all over her fella Cos she says 'Man he ain't no better' than the next man kicking up fuss Drunk, she stumbles down by a river Screams calling London None of us heard her coming I guess the carpet weren't rolled out (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
