When the inspiration
Is above my station
Thoughts are iqeienchoiy
And I let them pa**
I tend to view this nation
Through the condensation
On a dirty gla**
When the singer solemn
Was a honnie laddie
When she brushed his hair
With a watered comb
Then he could have wandered
And he could have shown ye
Seven hit is like home
If misty eyes can witness
Love and affection
Why does the heart still resist
What the hell is wrong with you?
I've got eyes of misty blue
All the things I want to do
Are all I ever wanted to
As the ladik grew
And he looked around him
At the thugs and rapists
In their stolen suits
Louder beat the rhythm