Ron Biggles

That's a bit silly, posting Libertines lyrics, innit? regards, Hein adding a little context. someone previously quoted some lyrics they claimed to be peter's, which were awful. my bad. i wont lose any sleep over it. its a waste of money if kate's doing it only to appear to be doing the right thing. which i should imagine she is.

Down in Albion, ah they're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here, how do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over gin in teacups and leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops and the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn Aah, gin in teacups and leaves on the lawn Violence in dole queues and the pale thin girl behind the checkout But if you're looking for a cheap talk glint with perspiration There's a four-mile queue outside the disused power station Now come away, won't you come away We'll go to Deptford, Digbeth, Dartford... Anywhere in Albion Yellowing classics And canons at dawn Reebok classics And canons at dawn But if you're looking for a cheap sort that's in false anticipation It'll be waiting in the photo booth at the railway station Ah come away, won't you come away We're going to... Watford, London Fields, Barnet Anywhere oh If you're looking for a cheap sort that's in false anticipation It'll be waiting in the photo booth at the underground station Oh come away, won't you come away We're going to... >>>>>>>> Every sweet little lie ever whispered to you now rings true No need to wake the sleeping dogs when they'll just turn on you I'll make my way instead to the foots of your ivory tower But no love do I find there amongst the leaves and the dying flowers What became of the lover in you? Beat the swine black and blue You and I, me and you What became of the lover in you? What became of the lover in you? The Thames and the Mersey, the Tyne and the Wear and the Clyde They spew slums like gravy on the banks of the poisonous tyde They washed up the pale thin girl, alone in her ivory tower Scratching her skin with the thorns that grow on the stems of the wild flower What became of the lover in you? Beat the swine black and blue You and I, me and you What became of the lover in you? What became of the working class? Nike, Reebok, Adidas, scratch cards, pimples, ecstasy Hooray fo the 21st Century Living in a looking glass as the beauty of life goes by You're going to be so old, you're going to be so old Your skin's so cold Hooray for the 21st Century >>>>>>