Oyster Band Our Lady Of The Bottles
It's a street full of moonshine she shuffles down alone
Big moustaches watch her from behind their mobile phones
She's out in any weather
A mouse dolled up in feathers
With tuppence in her pocket to give the dog a bone
OUR LADY OF THE BOTTLES, WHAT CAN WE DO?
OUT LADY OF THE BOTTLES PRAY FOR ME
I'LL PRAY FOR YOU
There's a crack in the window
where re the wind comes whistling through
A crack where the crocodiles come in two two
The landlord's on a bender
The fleas say No Surrender!
And we all wake up in the morning black and blue
CHORUS
We poor sheep, we have gone astray
We piss our lives away
We are in disrepair
Angles sleep while the tigers play
So the good book say
We piss our lives away
We do it day by day
And we don't care
One day that's coming, the poor will get their own
Nothing left to cry for and bread instead of stone
There'll be Heaven for the living
And God will get forgiven
And she'll be up high on a holy golden throne
CHORUS
