I wonder where you are tonight You're probably on the rampage somewhere You have been known to take delight in gettin' in somebody's hair And you, you
Well, this is my backyard, it's my back gate I hate to start my parties late Here's the party cart, ain't that great? That ain't the best part, baby,
A long time ago come a man on a track Walkin' thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home
How long, how long baby, how long has it been? How long you gonna keep me wonderin'? How long before you see, stallin' me was wrong? How long? How long
I hear the Seven Deadly Sins And the Terrible Twins came to call on you The bigger they are baby The harder they fall on you And you you're always the
Now warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control Somebody threw a spanner, they threw him in the hole There's rumors in the loading bay and anger
He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah, but I won't play
I can see what you're looking to find in the smile on my face In my peace of mind, in my state of grace I send what I can to the man from the ministry
Two in the morning dry-dock town The river rolls in the night Little gypsy moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah and a sailing
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just
Where do you think you're going? Don't you know it's dark outside? Where do you think you're going? Don't you care about my pride? Where do you think
Me and my mate we think you're great Some we like and some we hate I know him I've seen him on the adverts Got any badges posters stickers or t-shirts
These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms
Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes And yes her jeans are tight
They wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to make He's saying nothing at all Yeah, but
Sweet surrender on the quayside You remember we used to run and hide In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one time And we're counting all the numbers
It was at New Cross Station, I was going on home Saw you get your ticket, standing on your own Here come the train about 02:44 I couldn't get a smoker
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