Bucket Shop

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...

And no-one's going to sell you any alibis
Alibis.