Il testo della Bucket shop

The very first stop was the bucket shop
To pick the pieces of your life up
And scream looking out at all you despise
You're thinking back to the chicken shack
And the smashing of the glass and the knife in the back
Well, my boy who would believe your lies, all your lies

No-one's going to sell you and the alibis (alibis)

Well dirty small town girls
How i wish you were here now
And show me how to be a man
As only you can, as only you can
White city girls
Well someone said you were an angel
Only what kind of angel...

Would whisper hello and shout goodbye
My white city girl

I've seen you go down one too many times
It chills my bones to sing that now
And it's getting hard to cope

You said you live your life by the albion creed
So pure in thoughts and words indeed
Well oh my boy what did you gain?

Just empty bottles and stubs up your root
And holes in the heels of your cowboy boots
Well that made you never forget your name or your lies

No-one's going to sell you or the alibis (alibis)