The Devil-Tips

Lyrics

If I could always be eighteen You could always be eight We'd draw monsters on your walls I'll keep you up too late 'Cause getting served in pubs Isn't all it's cracked up to be I dreamt you were wee again Arms stretched out and pining for me Come here so I can help you Tie your brand new tie Brush your coat and remember No-one laughs if you cry Well, fuck me, it's windy We picked a good day That's the first drink I've ever bought you And I'm sure you're starting to sway