Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling London,
none of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
(Oh when my love, my darling,
You've left me here alone,
I'll walk the streets of London
Which once seemed all our own.
The vast suburban churches
Together we have found:
The ones which smelt of gaslight
The ones in incense drown'd)
Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
any time she sing a song, the other girls sing along
and tell all the fellas that that lady is single
a fickle way to tickle on my young mans ting
Shes up for doing what she like any day more like the night
she ground drunk the soles that she stole/brought/borrowed
She didnt like fights, but at the same time understood that
fellas will be fellas till the end of time
(good heavens you boys, blue-blooded murder of the english tongue)
Jack had a gang that he called the many grams,
he was known as smack jack the cracker man
in life he was dealt some shit hands
but the boys got the back now
And jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan
Dependent mans upon the heroins
and man lisa had a baby with sam,
and now jack on his own man,
well done jack, glug down that cider,
your right shes a slut and you never fucking liked her
not like what he stopped so shocked
cos it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper
tough little big man friends with your daughters
only cos they drive him to pick up all his quarters
brawler, larger lout rawness
alter the forth from their three
but they aint near the border
two young guns are by your hell fire corner
always need a favour, they never took a order,
behave young scally wag, a fine young galahad
glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags,
hung on his shoulder, cheap by shop tags
slag better understand he came for the glamour
but this sounds original superficial the issue
but one me and jack, dirty 5 duffelgangers
Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
(its over man, its over) (get out, GET OUT)
So this a short story bout the girl Georgina
never seen a worse, clean young mess
under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya,
with love, god bless, we lay her body to rest,
now it all dear started with daddys alcoholic
light weights chinking down, numbing his brain,
and the doctor said he couldn't the heart their started
now beat up, drugged up she feelin the strain
she says in a rap what the fuck im spose to do
suck it out start stop keep running through,
true but you try aint easy to do,
she been buckle belt beaten from the back like a brat,
dunno where she goin but she know where she at,
so georgie it's time to chain react,
but the truth is you know she probably fall back,
tears stream down her face,
she screamed away,
when i fall, no one catch me
alone lonely, i'll overdose slowly
get scared, i'll scream and shout
but you know it wont matter she'll be passing out
i say giggidibigidiup just another day
another sad story, thats trajegdy,
paramedic anounced death at 10.30
rip it up kick it to spit up the views
Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled
Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london, (london)
none of us heard her coming,
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out
 lyrics submitted by fooldramaqueen on 17-01-2007 lyrics corrected by LUJO on 15-11-2009 |
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