Testi:
Maccoll Kirsty Electric Landlady

I must have fallen on my feet A hundred times or more I heard the wind blow down the street The knocking at the door But there was no one there Though

I was born and I was bred I was reared and I was fed Moved into the neighbourhood Where I was bad and I was good I fixed things for people there I took

All it took was the time it takes To smoke a cigarette or jam on the brakes I nearly had it in my hands and now it's gone Am I complaining 'bout my luck

With me in the valley, you out on the hill I can just see you if I close my eyes Climbing those mountains I picture you still I see your smile just as

Darling While the firelight is low I'm disappearing Like the last of the snow And really it's better this way We both know it's over And we'll never

Children of the revolution coming out to play Bombers ripped the night apart and blew the school away Some live on the south side and they overlook the