Love on the Dole Songtext

von The Libertines

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 its all a pact we swore

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

And I love every single 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 me, poor 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
The people realise they've rolled past my tomb

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