It's springtime but I still miss the streets at dawn,
And in the morning walking your bridges home…
I don't mind being by myself
Don't wanta’ be anywhere else…
Don't give a toss about private wealth
And history just repeats itself
Keep me away from the Festival…
And just give me a warm quarter-gill
They say you project yourself…
I'm OK just by myself
Cause our miserable king won't protect us from ourselves”
All text comes from the Fall’s Edinburgh Man
written by Marc E. Smith
Love that song...Great place too.
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