Faifley - Deacon Blue

Faifley had a black cloud around it

There was nobody there and someone had stole the chimneys

Fifteen dogs ran up the street

Looking for the Hepatitis Hospital

And a cat with a bread poultice was singing shangalang backwards

The Sunday Mail says Woodys in Japan now

I’d made it through Partic, Whiteinch, Scotstoun and Yoker

I was here same as everyone

No more fags, no more Giro, No more Petrol