Glasgow Boy کے بول

You're at death's door, my beamish boy With a knife at your side and blood in your shoes In the Bridge Street Underground But the cries of a running defeat gives you strength Put the wings on your feet An altar boy, a razor man Stacked a claim on your face cutting flesh to the bone With the chib in his hand, there'll be plenty of either tonight As they wheel you in under the lights Glasgow boy, have you had enough of fighting in the streets tonight? Glasgow boy, all your chinas send their love and hope you'll be all right Stitched up too tight I've seen that face before, I know I'll see many more Feel them patch on the gauze as you bleed for your cause You're through death's door, my beamish boy They've taken the knight and closed up the holes For your mother to see The palladian tenements fall to the vengeance Your brothers will call Glasgow boy, have you had enough of fighting in the streets tonight? Glasgow boy, all your chinas send their love and hope you'll be all right Stitched up too tight I've seen that face before, I know I'll see many more Feel them patch on the gauze as you bleed for your cause