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 --- .