Love on the Dole

Babyshambles

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    Love on the Dole

    How many cups of wine will I have consumed?
    The people realise they have rolled past my tomb
    We're drinking whisky in a brave new afternoon
    The people realise they have rolled past my tomb

    Strike a light
    Raise your glasses
    Drink a toast to the boring classes

    On the Albion-ay
    Spew it out your soul
    Love is on the dole
    And there she will stay

    All night long we were singing Northern songs
    All night long we were singing Northern songs

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    Only you battered your broken nose on the grindstone
    You wake a slave you squandered
    So your soul is not your own
    I run from the dust and gloom
    With only my secrets to keep me warm
    That's all I could do to keep them from you
    And its all a pact we swore

    Strike a light
    Raise your glasses
    Drink a toast to the boring classes

    With Albion-ay
    Spew it out your soul
    Love is on the dole
    And there she will stay

    All night long we were singing Northern songs
    All night long we were singing Northern songs

    And I love every inch of you
    Yes I do love every single inch of you
    But doesn't she get that warm glow inside?
    Shoots up your spine and blows through your mind

    Oh well, don't you tell me how blessed are the poor
    You've always wanted one slice more
    Than you and me
    Love for today makes

    My darling was a preacher on the Albion stage
    She might have been a preacher in the good old days
    We're drinking whisky in a brave new afternoon
    Don't people realise they've rolled past my tomb

    Oh well
    Don't you tell me how blessed are the meek
    You never turn the other cheek
    Once in your life
    Love is on the dole

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    Composition: Peter Doherty and Carl Barat

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