Lies untold don't make you lads

Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful

Go slow to take your fill

Or ghosts may follow, ghosts may follow you

Back down, back out, back in again for ya

Upside, inside, you're down

Well, at night, these slights become a torrent of rain

That keeps you from your window pane

But now you've finally found someone that you blame

Someone you blame for everything, yeah

You lie down, purred out, signed off with exclamation

To everything they ever claimed

Lies untold don't make you lads

Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful

Goes slow to get your fill

These ghosts they follow, ghosts, they follow you

Black clouds now shroud a fire inside

That spark, that dark, that breath

That bark, that bite, that faithful night

That faithful night

You're in it to get it, to love it, to live it

The limit you give it, yeah, is wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong

In it to win it, within it indifference

Is sinning, it's a given, now it's gone, gone, gone, gone

Critics, collisions, semantics, religions, divisions

Contingents, yeah, they're strong, strong, strong, strong

Inclined admissions, romantic incisions

Untenable positions in the song, song, song, song, song

A night out in town could brush these cobwebs away

Could hush the don't-make sounds

Please stay, don't wait for your mates, hate me

You run with the wrong crowd and stained your blouse

Lies untold don't make you lads

Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful

Goes slow to get your fill

These ghosts they follow, ghosts, they follow you

Black clouds now shroud a fire inside

That spark, that dark, that breath

That bark, that bite, that faithful night

That faithful night

Tried to hide, but by the time you've

Cried sometimes inside the streetlights

Death or glory, Jackanory

something's dimmed behind your eyes

But if you feel you're up to it

she thinks that you're up to something

Maybe there's more to a life than

retail parks and Punk in Drublic

Hiding indoors, fair-weather friends

Climbing four walls, hell for leather sent

Filling your drawers with jeans you bought

Look shit in thirty-six waist, thirty-two leg

Biting your tongue, drinking cold coffee

Being half the man you are, the half you could be

Half the man you're not, half the man she wants

The other half left way before she loved me

Lies untold don't make you lads

Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful

Goes slow to get your fill

These ghosts they follow, ghosts, they follow you

Black clouds now shroud a fire inside

That spark, that dark, that breath

That bark, that bite, that faithful night

That faithful night

Lies untold don't make you lads

Hides of gold sold, high streets sorrowful

Goes slow to get your fill

These ghosts they follow, ghosts, they follow you

Black clouds now shroud a fire inside

That spark, that dark, that breath

That bark, that bite, that faithful night

That faithful night