Whisky Saga (Live from Glasgow Barrowlands)-The Fratellis

Well here lie the remains Of every girl I've loved The princesses of heaven and hell Who thought they knew me well There goes my wishbone It calms my crooked friend Screaming he knew I was dead True right down to the end I was in a fury with a judge and with a jury You could tell I was a wicked man Well there was no one on the wall But the stupid and the small But they always do the best they can Well here lies mother brown She always looked so young I was never too easy to please Always on my knees Well there goes my last hope Here comes my bullet train Shooting the hole in my head On the wrong right side of my brain I was getting ready I was shaking, I was steady I was pleading to be left alive Well I was digging for the gold Just waiting to be told That my cheating heart would survive I was in a fury with a judge and with a jury You could tell I was a wicked man Well there was no one on the wall But the stupid and the small But they always do the best they can Well here lie the remains of saving lady death Her old man streamed up in a hole Another uneven soul There goes my last wish Here comes my audience Pitchforks pointing my way And it's no coincidence I was in a bind of the body and the mind And my mother was the last to know When I told her I was runnin' I was better off a'gone And she never even said no, no, no, no, no I was never thick but the fall wouldn't click So I never had the best excuse You couldn't say that I was best So they put me to the test With a never ending soul abuse I was in a fury with a judge and with a jury You could tell I was a wicked man Well there was no one on the wall But the stupid and the small But they always do the best they can I was getting ready I was shaking, I was steady I was pleading to be left alive Well I was digging for the gold Just waiting to be told That my cheating heart would survive