Back From The Dead

The Libertines

I heard it said

He had come back from the dead

And he was playing so fine

Scooping up

The soul of the wine

Have courage, my boy

When you look them in the eye

And try not to look too scummy

Cause you need their money now

You need their money



This ain't no happy place to be

There's nothing nice about me

There's nothing nice around me

I heard it said

He had come back from the dead

I keep it in reach

Keep it in the fridge

Courage, my dear

When you look them in the eye

Laugh if they try to be funny

Because you need their money now

You need their money