Sheila (Live At The Scala, London / 2006)

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella It gets poured all over her fella 'Cause she says, "Man, he ain't no better" Then 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

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 the lady is single A fickle way to tickle on my young man's ting

She's up for doing what she like Any day more like the night She drowned drunk sorrows That she stole, bought, borrowed She didn't like fights But at the same time understood Fellas will be fellas till the end of time

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 Ah, but the boys got the back now

And Jay went the same way as Mickey and Dan Dependent mans upon the heroins And man, Lisa had a baby with Sam And now Jack's on his own, man

Well done Jack, glug down that cider Your right she's a slut And you never fucking liked her Not like what he stopped so shocked 'Cause it turns out the last dance Killed the pied piper

Tough little big man Friends with your daughters Only 'cause they drive him To pick up all his quarters Crawler, lager lout brawlers Fall on the floor think they're free But they ain't near the border

Too young, gunned down by your hell fire corner Always did a favour but never took a order Behave young scallywag, a fine young galahad Glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags

Hung on his shoulder, cheap price shop tag Slag better understand he came for the glamour But this town's original superficial the issue For one dear Jack there 35 doppelgangers

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella It gets poured all over her fella 'Cause she's says, "Man, he ain't no better" Then 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

So this a short story 'bout the girl Georgina Never seen a worse, a clean young mess Under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya With love, God bless, we lay her body at rest

Now it all dear started with daddy's alcoholic Light weight chinking down, numbing his brain And the doctor said he couldn't get the heart dear started Now beat up, drugged up she feeling the strain

She says, "In a rut, what the fuck I s'pose to do?" "Suck it up start stop keep running through" True, but you try, ain't easy to do She been buckle belt beaten from the back like a brat

Dunno where she goin' but she know where she at So Georgy it's time to 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 won't matter she'll be passing out

I say, "Giggidibiggidi up" just another day Another sad story, that's tragedy Paramedic announced 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 'Cause she's says, "Man, he ain't no better" Then 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 'Cause she's says, "Man, he ain't no better" Then 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