love on the dole

The Libertines

How many cups of wine will I have consumed?
The people realise they have rolled past my tomb
Weââ?¬â?¢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 boring 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
Thatââ?¬â?¢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 boring classes

With 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 inch of you
Yes I do love every single inch of you
But doesnââ?¬â?¢t she get that warm glow inside?
Shoots up your spine and blows through your mind

Oh well, donââ?¬â?¢t you tell me how blessed are the poor
Youââ?¬â?¢ve always wanted one slice more
Than you and 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
Weââ?¬â?¢re drinking whisky in a brave new afternoon
Donââ?¬â?¢t people realise theyââ?¬â?¢ve rolled past my tomb

Oh well
Donââ?¬â?¢t you tell me how blessed are the meek
You never turn the other cheek
Once in your life

Love is on the dole.