1989 - The Rakes

Spent the night in three drinks time

Where the bars were full it was summertime

Punks were hangin out in the park

While someone practised electric guitar

We drank some homemade wine

Now my heads not straight

So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate

Half expecting to catch a sight

Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night

La la la la la laaaaa

Feel the sea like the blood is she’d

As the dawn rubs up against our aching head

Girls light up pull there hoods up tight

Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night

Well I spent the night in three drinks time

Bars were full there was no closing time

Punks comparing tattoos and their scars

Now everyone’s waiting for the band to start

La la la la la laaaaaa

(Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city

No one knows where your from)

Woohoo woohoo woohoo

Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway

Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes

Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle

By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle

Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church

Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds

The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream

And see what such grand stories

He’s in the right to the left wing

He tries so hard

But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard

The singers blood runs cold like the spree

But not this girl not when she was 19

It was 1989

It’s alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city

No one knows where your from