We twisted you arm over Chinese And led you astray Offered the world as we know it And a pittance in pay And your fortune read "Don't believe a word they've said"
Blood through your sleeve, I just couldn't Believe that you'd been To the shop where a prick of a needle Embroiders the skin We slept-on all full of drink Pints of Guiness black as ink
Swung the hammer to ring the bell The bell climbed up and then it fell What got said got in-between Sometimes whispers, sometimes screams
Got drunk with the Butcher at Walsall On Beefeater's gin Took a drag off your very first fag Four decades in But the finest hour you gave When you turned and faced the waveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
