Kelly/Mann)



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 wave