Skywest and crooked Twisted and strange as f** Outside, the booky's windowshopping for a change of luck With love in our hearts we've got it in spades Skywest and crooked You could have been the talk of the town but the whole place stayed speechless your upbringing brought you down with love in our hearts we've got it in spades If we club together with all the diamonds we've saved we could look in our hearts and say "We've got it in spades." Skywest and crooked so you're whole life's been a catastrophe? But don't k** yourself, stupid this ain't a dead poets' society and with love in ours hearts we've got it in spades If we club together with all the diamonds we've saved we could look in our hearts and say "We've got it in spades." You can trust me... Spoken I have lived almost 50 years, and I've seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger, cruelty beyond belief. I've heard the singing in the taverns, and the moans from bundles of filth in the street. I've been a soldier, and watched my comrades fall in battle, or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I've held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words, only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question... "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had ever lived.