And look what's laid out under the awning
It fell out from Temperance House, on Arlington Road
And he didn't make it through his trial by fire
Well, she ran herself ragged living it up
And who will rally around you when you're down?
Drank his love in a dirty bed, feeling alone, less alive than dead
And wasted away
And now every street bears her name...
Face down and spent
He can still see her
Laid out in Lavender
He can still see her
So well favoured
And he keeps the wake rolling along...
Coming apart at the seams from doing his time
He likes a civil tongue, but doesn't own one
With your vice you do as you're told
And who care if you're feeling old
And into the gutter you're going to roll and roll and roll...and roll
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