Oysterband Our Lady Of The Bottles
It's a street full of moonshine
She shuffles down alone
Big mustaches watch her
From behind their mobile phones
She's out in any weather
A mouse dolled up in feathers
With tuppence in her pocket
To give the dog a bone
CHORUS
Our lady of the bottles, what can we do?
Our lady of the bottles, pray for me
I'll pray for you
Our lady of the bottles, what can we do?
Our lady of the bottles, pray for me
I'll pray for you
There's a crack in the window
Where the wind comes whistling through
A crack where the crocodiles
Come in two by two
The landlord's on a bender
The fleas say no surrender
And we all wake up in the morning black and blue
CHORUS
We poor sheep
We have gone astray
We piss our lives away
We are in disrepair
Angles sleep while the tigers play
So the Good Book say
We piss our lives away
We do it day by day
And we don't care
One day that's coming
The poor will get their own
With nothing left to cry for
And bread instead of stone
There'll be Heaven for the living
And God will get forgiven
She'll be up high on a holy golden throne
CHORUS