Текст песни From Under The Covers - The Beautiful South
(Heaton/Rotheray)
It′s
6.00am
and
even
Big
Ben
Is
trying
to
get
his
head
down
for
a
kip
But
no
sooner
is
it
down
And
then
it's
on
with
dressing
gown
For
this
city
very
rarely
loses
grip
But
I
have
a
friend
who′s
never
up
by
10.00
He's
fast
asleep
with
mouth
open
wide
He's
lost
a
lot
of
jobs,
but
he′s
won
a
lot
of
friends
And
he
says
to
me,
he
cannot
tell
the
time
It′s
7.00am
and
we're
coughing
up
the
phlegm
Spitting
out
the
taste
of
night
before
And
we′ll
vomit
and
we'll
choke
Just
to
climb
their
tatty
rope
Well
this
city
has
its
charm,
and
its
claw
And
he′ll
blame
his
clock
Or
he'll
say
he′s
lost
his
socks
And
they'll
tell
you
that
he's
been
bitten
by
a
snake
His
excuses
are
an
art
From
the
bottom
of
his
heart
And
he
thinks
of
them
whenever
he
awakes
It′s
8.00am
we′re
on
the
road
again
Racing
for
a
placing
at
the
top
And
it
says
green
for
go
For
the
people
in
the
know
But
for
the
others
all
it
says
is
red
for
stop
It's
cold
and
its
damp
And
they′ve
dug
him
a
grave
And
the
10.15
merchants
still
in
bed
And
scrawled
upon
the
headboard
For
the
whole
wide
world
to
see
"Died
In
The
Arms
Of
Big
Ted"
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