Sweet Jesus, I'm on fire She has the sweetest, darkest eyes And when it comes into her eyes I know iron and steel couldn't hold me Good God, I'm easily
I plant the kind of kiss That wouldn't wake a baby On the self-same face The wouldn't let me sleep And the street is singing with my feet And dawn gives
Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid I've been working on a cocktail called grounds for divorce Polishing a compass that I hold in my sleeve
Drinking in the morning sun Blinking in the morning sun Shaking off the heavy one Heavy like a loaded gun What made me behave that way? Using words I
A friend of mine grows his very own brambles They twist all around him 'til he can't move Beautiful, quivering, chivalrous shambles What is my friend
How dare the Premier ignore my invitations? He'll have to go So, to the bunch he luncheons with It's second on my list of things to do At the top I'm
So I'm there charging around with a juggernaut brow Overdraft, speeches and deadlines to make Cramming commitments like cats in a sack Telephone burn
Gotta get out of TV Just pick a point and go The ticker-tape tangles my feet As I search for a face that I know Come on, tower crane driver There's not
Are we having the time of our life? Are we having the time of our lives? Are we coming across clear? Are we coming across fine? Are we part of the plan
The fix is in There's a nag gonna dance home at Epsom The fix is in Can't wait to see how it upsets 'em Too many times we've been postally pipped We'
Before leaving get to the bar No one 'round here makes you pay Never very good at goodbyes So gentle shoulder charge, love you, mate Love you, mate Salford
Sweet Jesus I'm on fire She has the sweetest, darkest eyes And when it comes into her eyes I know iron and steel couldn't hold me But god I'm easy bruised
Before leaving get to the bar No one round here makes you pay Never very good at goodbyes So gentle shoulder charge Love you mate Love you mate Salford
Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid I've been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce Whoah Polishing a compass that I hold in my
I plant the kind of kiss That wouldn't wake a baby On the self same face The lie wouldn't let me sleep And the street is singing with my feet And dawn
Drinking in the morning sun Blinking in the morning sun Shaking off the heavy one Heavy like a loaded gun What made me behave that way? Using words
How dare the Premier ignore my invitations? He'll have to go So, too, the bunch he luncheons with It's second on my list of things to do At the top
