oi -oi -oi and I've been there
But never that far, gasping to come round
After going through so much,
Broken arms in cast and coats on,
Slobbering over a cup of tea
Refuge for as long as allowed,
with a breakfast special crown
But these are the respectable ones,
They hold it together in some
Juggling the juice and the
The cross and the crucifix
The cross and the crucifix
They thought they'd come to know
They were born with it inside them
Eight miles above the ground
And though they sit within our walls,
you can see that they never could belong to the hot -ass tactics of the strong.
We assume that there's some kind of option,
out in the street perhaps
These are the soft hearts
Softer than us that are softest
Afraid of what they've found
Down on the water and the wine
The cross and the crucifix,
The cross and the crucifix,
The cross and the crucifix,
The cross and the roof that
