di Doherty, Barat
THE LIBERTINES
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?
Shoveled up like muck and set the night on fire
Wombles bleed, truncheons and shields
You know I cherish you, my love
But there’s a rumour spread nasty disease around
town
You caught round the houses with your trousers down
A head rush in the bush
You know I cherish you, my love
Oh, how I cherish you, my love