Your very first stop was the bucket shop To pick the pieces of your life up And scream looking glass At all that you despised 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'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 And one too many times It chills my bones to sing that line Oh I love her 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 stubs out your roots And holes in the heels of your cowboy boots That means she'll never forget your name Or your lies...