
Date of issue: 05.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sober & Godless |
I’d sing for you a song if i could carry a tune |
Or even put two words together for a start |
But I’m all at odds y’see, half the bloke I used to be |
A tin man without his famous heart |
I once sported language that could strip the walls o' paint |
And draw colour to the cheeks o' toughened crooks |
I’d argue with the scholars 'til their words caught in their collars |
And they scurried home to burn their precious books |
Until I ran into a shadow & chased her down the alley |
Where she had her way with me against a wall |
Laid me with a curse that left me sober & godless |
Saved my life and took away my soul |
I’d bend a ball around defenders, outrun the money lenders |
And played pool like I were fightin bloody war |
And if they fancied me at darts a trail o' broken hearts |
Coulda led to me through any boozer door |
One hand would carry tiles, lay concrete pipe for miles |
While the other one was back fillin the trench |
I could dead-lift a barrel, flog the arse aff 'Bump |
Er Farrell' |
All before this evil stole away my strength |
Until I ran into a shadow & chased her down the alley |
Where she had her way with me against a wall |
Laid me with a curse that left me sober & godless |
Saved my life and took away my soul |
My soul |
I’d struggle; |
Oh I’m sure if I only had a conscience |
'round Hogmanay or March seventeen |
Surely it’s a sin to be sober & godless |
When half the bloody world is wearin' green |
I’d sing a song of old, draw tears from a statue |
And I wasnae one to spare the beast the rod |
Tho' I still feared the mystic powers of smoke & strong whisky |
To lay me low before an angry God |
Until I ran into a shadow & chased her down the alley |
Where she had her way with me against a wall |
Laid me with a curse that left me sober & godless |
Saved my life and took away my soul |
Until I ran into a shadow & chased her down the alley |
Where she had her way with me against a wall |
Laid me with a curse that left me sober & godless |
Saved my life and took away my soul |
I’m like a ship without an anchor, no tenderness nor rancour |
Doomed never to see heaven nor a hell |
A ragged empty coat blowin' round these mortal streets |
Until I find a way to lift this spell |
No Love, no hate, no substance, no weight |
A jilted lover in an arsehole of a state! |
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