| Sheila | |
| Sheila goes out with her mate stella, | |
| It gets poured all over her fella, | |
| Cos shes says, man he aint no better | |
| Than the next man kicking up fuss | |
| Drunk, she stumbles down by a river | |
| Screams calling london, | |
| None of us heard her coming, | |
| I guess the carpet weren't rolled out | |
| (Oh when my love, my darling, | |
| You've left me here alone, | |
| I'll walk the streets of London | |
| Which once seemed all our own. | |
| The vast suburban churches | |
| Together we have found: | |
| The ones which smelt of gaslight | |
| The ones in incense drown'd) | |
| Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo | |
| Any time she sing a song, the other girls sing along | |
| And tell all the fellas that that lady is single | |
| A fickle way to tickle on my young mans ting | |
| Shes up for doing what she like any day more like the night | |
| She ground drunk the soles that she stole/brought/borrowed | |
| She didnt like fights, but at the same time understood that | |
| Fellas will be fellas till the end of time | |
| (heavens what a noise, cold blooded murder of the english tongue) | |
| (good heavens you boys, blue-blooded murder of the english tongue) | |
| Jack had a gang that he called the many grams, | |
| He was known as smack jack the cracker man | |
| In life he was dealt some shit hands | |
| But the boys got the back now | |
| And jay went the same way as mickey and dan | |
| A pen to mans upon the arrow wans | |
| And man lisa had a baby with sam, | |
| And now jack on his own man, | |
| Well done jack, glug down that cider, | |
| Your right shes a slut and you never fucking liked her | |
| Not like what he stopped so shocked | |
| Cos it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper | |
| Tough little big man friends with your daughters | |
| Only cos they drive him to pick up all his quarters | |
| Brawler, larger lout rawness | |
| Alter the forth from their three | |
| But they aint near the border | |
| Two young guns are by your hell fire corner | |
| Always need a favour, they never took a order, | |
| Behave young scally wag, a fine young galahad | |
| Glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags, | |
| Arm on his shoulder, cheeked by some type | |
| Slag better understand he chained to the glamour | |
| (?) superficial the issue | |
| But one me and jack, dirty 5 doppelgangers | |
| Sheila Goes out with her mate stella, | |
| It gets poured all over her fella, | |
| Cos shes says, man he aint no better | |
| Than the next man kicking up fuss | |
| Drunk, she stumbles down by a river | |
| Screams calling london, | |
| None of us heard her coming, | |
| I guess the carpet weren't rolled out | |
| (its over man, its over) (get out, GET OUT) | |
| So this a short story bout the girl georgina | |
| Never seen a worse, clean young mess | |
| Under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya, | |
| With love, god bless, we lay her body to rest, | |
| Now it all dear started with daddys alcoholic | |
| Light weights chinking down, numbing his brain, | |
| And the doctor said he couldn't the heart their started | |
| Now beat up, drugged up she feelin the strain | |
| She says in a rap what the fuck im spose to do | |
| Fuck it I'll start stop keep running through, | |
| True but you try aint easy to do, | |
| She been buckle belt beaten from the bat like a brat, | |
| Dunno where she goin but she know where she at, | |
| So georgy its like a chain react, | |
| But the truth is you know she probably fought back, | |
| Tears stream down her face, | |
| She screamed away, | |
| When i fall, no one catch me | |
| Alone lonely, I'll overdose slowly | |
| Get scared, I'll scream and shout | |
| But you know it wont matter she'll be passing out | |
| I say giggidibigidiup just another day | |
| Another sad story, thats trajegdy, | |
| Paramedic anounced death at 10.30 | |
| Rip it up kick it to spit up the views | |
| Sheila Goes out with her mate stella, | |
| It gets poured all over her fella, | |
| Cos shes says, man he aint no better | |
| Than the next man kicking up fuss | |
| Drunk, she stumbles down by a river | |
| Screams calling london, | |
| None of us heard her coming, | |
| I guess the carpet weren't rolled | |
| Sheila Goes out with her mate stella, | |
| It gets poured all over her fella, | |
| Cos shes says, man he aint no better | |
| Than the next man kicking up fuss | |
| Drunk, she stumbles down by a river | |
| Screams calling london, (london) | |
| None of us heard her coming, | |
| I guess the carpet weren't rolled out |
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