The Lust of the Libertines Is really quite tame It rages quietly nigh here beside you And your lust for fame But fame is such a sinister game, I know
The seven deadly sins We find them all ??? Where degenerate kings pushy beggars Fallen ladies of letters and verse Pride, lust, gluttony, greed, sloth
Your love it was only a whisp away You scratch my hand and say theres a better land Well I know your daddy hes not rich And your mothers a drunk But
A slave's a girl who slaves her days away In arabesques & minarettes Tablecloths and serviettes. She's singing 'this is what you get' First you put
I, I know a girl, And she flies Right off the handle At the sound Of scratching on the wall Well, it could go either way But I don't mind at all ?Cause
Don't look back into the sun Now you know that your time has come And they said that it'd never come for you Oh my friend you haven't changed Looking
"Bill bones knows what I mean "Its Bill Bones, Bill Bones" " ha argg ha ha etc" Shipped on board off a Liverpool liner (CHORUS) Way hey hold on board
Oh Sally Brown she's a creole lady, Way, hay, roll an' go. Sally Brown's a gay old lady, Spend my money on Sally Brown. Sally Brown she has a daughter
I won me a mocking bird a mocking bird I won me a mocking bird when I gambled all night long mocking bird was a talking bird squeaking all night long
On and on and on and on and on and on Like you even know what's going on Into this world that I'm drawn They'll kill you before you're born They'll porn
On the bus the other day You could tell right from the start Theres magic in the? Can you play guitar boy Can you play guitar The truth is known the
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
Well life is short We spend all our time Just fucking fighting my friend Well a soul can't be bought Not with a cheap rhyme And I know that when I die
Theres one man left to thank Built it with his hands One man left to thank He didnt need to carve it into something Carve it into something new Carve
Everyone knows the baby's unhappy Another day in paradise In a world where you never grow old Warms my bones and melts the ice So whats wrong, with
First stop was the bucket shop To pick the pieces of your life up And scream looking glad Since all that you despised You're thinking back to the Chicken
Verse1 How many cups of wine will I have consumed? The people realise they have rolled past my tomb We're drinking whisky in a brave new afternoon The
The ideal girl In London from France Came over then left me She left me entranced Now I have to get by Once again on my own Nothing but memories
