Rocky Road To London lyrics

Johnny came down the road He was cursing loud Seven street dogs where his crowd 1-2-3-4 - mary is a whore Once she stood his bride Always next to his side Yesterday she broke his pride She joined Slim Greg Which Johnny thought was a fag When I woke up this morning I screamed Jesus set me free! Felt the coming of a hangover Got some drunken memories I felt 13 pints of last night's beer transforming into fears I was screaming to the mirror What the hell am I doing here? Then I found myself at the airport with a ticket in my hand London was my destiny Here I come you promised land I've spent 20 years just kicking dust at the only street around Where the junkies know my granddad and a gentle breeze makes sounds Here I go, hell's below Looking down at the ground On the rocky road to London I saw Johnny Brown At the airport ground Yes I wager he felt down Big boys don't cry But tears came from his eyes Mary's lost and gone Now your life is a run There's a big war going on Done is done And happiness is gone So I went into the airport bar I got 3 hours to break Bought a russian and a Red Bull The best way to stay awake But anyway, I fainted Caught a strange and scary dream Mary came as an angel She accused me of being prim I woke up two hours later Then the panic did attack Fell the evilness of 1000 eyes were gazing at my back So I ran into the toilet where an old man cleaned his hands There was something about his sad blue eyes So I hit in self-defence Here I go. Hell's below Looking down at the ground On the rocky road to London