Bucket Shop

The Libertines

First up was the bucket shop
To pick the pieces of your life up
And scream looking back
At all that you despise

You're thinking back to the chicken shack
And the smashing of the glass
And the knife in the back, well
My boy who will believe your lies
All of your lies

And no one's going to sell you any alibis
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You dirty small town girls
How I wish you were here now
And show me how to be a man
As only you can, as only you can
My White City girl

Someone said you were an angel
Only what kind of angel
Would whisper hello, and shout goodbye
My White City girl

I've seen a new girl down
And one too many times it chills my bones
To sing back to them
I'm this aching heart of mine

You said you lived your life by the albion queen
So pure in thoughts and word and deed
Well but oh my boy what did you gain?

(?)
And holes in the heels of your cowboy boots
That makes you'll never forget your name
Or all your lies
And no one's going to sell you any alibis
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