The Libertines - Love on the dole lyrics
The Libertines: Carl Barât & Pete Doherty [London, UK.]
[The Libertines - Love on the dole lyrics]
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 ruling 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
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 it's all a pact we swore
Strike a light raise your glasses
Drink a toast to the ruling 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
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 ruling 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
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 it's all a pact we swore
Strike a light raise your glasses
Drink a toast to the ruling 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