Bucket Shop Songtext

And the smashing of the glass

And the knife in the back, well

My boy who would've believed your lies?

All your lies?



And no-one's going to sell you any alibis

Alibis



You dirty small town girls

How I wish you were here now
And show me how to be the man,

I'm your man

As only you can, as only you can

My White City girl



Well someone said you were an angel

Only what kind of angel

Would whisper 'hello'

And shout 'goodbye'

My White City girl



And I've seen you go down

On one too many times

It chills my bones to seem that way

Oh that way

And this aching heart of mine



You said you live your life by the Albion creed

So pure in thoughts and word and deed

Well, oh my boy, what did you gain?

Just empty bottles and ... roots

And holes in the years of your cowboy boots

And that makes she'll never forget your name

Or your lies...



And no-one's going to sell you any alibis

Alibis