Baby,
you're a quick stubby,
I think you know that game
Once the pie's been cut,
honey, it won't go back the same
Talk to me of California,
talk to me of Wigan Pier
All my crow is here to warn you
We don't want you tight around here
Lift your eyes up to the heavens
It is the last deceit
All my friends, my gutter brethren
Won't suffer the same defeat
Children of the alleys gather
Children of the skies enroll
We'll rain our aces,
you will fall, fall, fall
Don't tell me I've been wasting time
Got a few minutes left before blackout
We may be dancing on the line
But there are still some thing
s to sing about
You could see the tide had come in
Could hear the devil cry
Couldn't bring yourself to help
So you just took a man to fight
But baby, I can start a riot
I'm gonna call you out
You wish we'd stayed singing
When we left our voice to shout
You thought it was dead and buried
A long, long time ago
Don't read about it in the red tops
Hear it on the radio
But take this lesson, little soldier
Sit still and learn it well
That goes to waste some eyebrows
That goes to waste some hair
Don't tell me I've been wasting time
We've got a few minutes
left before blackout
We may be dancing on the line
But there are still some
things to sing about
Oh yeah, there are still some
things to sing about
Yeah, there are still some things to sing
about
Don't tell me I've been wasting time
Got a few minutes left before blackout
We may be dancing on the line
But there are still soft things to sing about
Oh yeah, there are still soft
things to sing about
Yeah, there are still soft things
to sing about
You