Lyrics

(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