We’ve all lived underneath a drug dealer, right? Shit kicking off all the time. Not knowing what to do. Plastic bags full of coke landing in the back garden night and day. Police dogs in the house. You get the picture…
lyrics
Ashtray Crown
No love just pain,
Frustration and self-blame.
Oh I know he’s up there,
The fag ends are falling like rain.
His laughter echoes like a cell door’s slam,
Like the end or the beginning of pain.
I’ve seen him ‘neath the golden arches,
Prison whites blazing away –
A bargain bucket Caesar
Stinking of Post Office aftershave
I’ve seen the bruises, it’s for you I feel –
A lassie so punch-drunk she don’t know where to reel.
Christ on a bike just can’t keep up with him
And what he’s doing to you, girl, is a mortal sin.
So he’s out on bail again
With his promises that don’t mean a thing.
Two weeks of bliss and then it’s back to this:
Bagging up the white and brown all day
I’ve seen his boys standing in line
To polish his ashtray crown.
The lad’s a fucking joke but, sadly,
You’re the only one who gets the punchline.
I’ve seen the bruises, it’s for you I feel –
A lassie so punch-drunk she don’t know where to reel.
Christ on a bike just can’t keep up with him
And what he’s doing to you, girl, is a mortal sin.
