Bucket Shop

First stop was the bucket shop

To pick the pieces of your life up

And scream looking glad

Since all that you despised

You're thinking back to the Chicken Shack

And the smashing of the glass

And the knife in the back, well

My boy who would've believed your lies

All your lies

And (no-one's going to) sell you any alibis

Alibis

You dirty small town girls

How I wish you were here now

And show me how to be the man, man

As only you can, as only you can

My white city girl

Well someone said you were an angel

Only what kind of angel

And shout 'hello'

Whisper 'goodbye'

Like my white city girl

And I've seen you go down

On one too many times

It chills my bones to seem that lie

Oh that lie

And this aching heart of mine

I believe [?]

So pure in thoughts and word and deed

Well, oh my boy, what did you gain?

[?]

And holes in the years of your cowboy boots

And that makes she'll never forget your name

Or your lies

And no-one's going to sell you any alibis

Alibis