Beautiful South The From Under The Covers Lyrics

From Under The Covers Lyrics

(heaton/rotheray)

 It's 6.00am and even big ben

 Is trying to get his head down for a kip

 But no sooner is it down

 And then it's on with dressing gown

 For this city very rarely loses grip

 

 But i have a friend who's never up by 10.00

 He's fast asleep with mouth open wide

 He's lost a lot of jobs, but he's won a lot of friends

 And he says to me, he cannot tell the time

 

 It's 7.00am and we're coughing up the phlegm

 Spitting out the taste of night before

 And we'll vomit and we'll choke

 Just to climb their tatty rope

 Well this city has its charm, and its claw

 

 And he'll blame his clock

 Or he'll say he's lost his socks

 And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake

 His excuses are an art

 From the bottom of his heart

 And he thinks of them whenever he awakes

 

 It's 8.00am we're on the road again

 Racing for a placing at the top

 And it says green for go

 For the people in the know

 But for the others all it says is red for stop

 

 It's cold and its damp

 And they've dug him a grave

 And the 10.15 merchants still in bed

 And scrawled upon the headboard

 For the whole wide world to see

 "died in the arms of big ted"