EVERYBODY’S GOT LOVE BITES BUT ME In this two-bit town It’s once bitten twice shy Chewing streets up and down My tongue’s asking “Why?” My teeth are on edge No work and no necking Just sucking this ledge No future worth wrecking Nothing to say No reason to pray Wish something lovely would hit me Everybody’s got love bites but me Everybody's got love bites but me In the back of my mouth There’s a taste of success And word has it down south You can talk oral sex But in this dingy town My lips are all cracked Speechless at home All sleepless and sacked Nothing to say No reason to pray Wish something lovely would hit me Everybody’s got love bites but me Everybody’s got love bites but me Everybody’s got love bites but me Everybody's got love bites but me In this two-bit town It’s once bitten twice shy Chewing streets up and down My tongue’s asking “Why?” My teeth are on edge No work and no necking Just sucking this ledge No future worth wrecking Nothing to say No reason to pray Wish something lovely would hit me Everybody’s got love bites but me Everybody's got love bites but me Nothing to say No reason to pray Wish something lovely would hit me Everybody’s got love bites but me Everybody's got love bites but me Everybody’s got love bites but me Everybody's got love bites but me Everybody’s got love bites but me Everybody's got love bites but me (lyrics: Keith Armstrong / music: Gary Miller)

ANGELS PLAYING FOOTBALL Sprinkle my ashes on St. James’s Park Fragments of goals on the grass Hear the Gallowgate roar in the dark All of my dreams come to pass Pass me my memories Pass me the days Pass me a ball and I’ll play Play with the angels Play on their wings Play in the thunder and lightning I leave you these goals in my will Snapshots of me on the run I leave you these pieces of skill Moments of me in the sun Pass me my memories Pass me the days Pass me a ball and I’ll play Play with the angels Play on their wings Play in the thunder and lightning Pass me my memories Pass me the days Pass me a ball and I’ll play Play with the angels Play on their wings Play in the thunder and lightning (lyrics: Keith Armstrong / music: Gary Miller)

WIDOWS OF HARTLEY “What was it there on Hartley Heap Caused the mother and child to weep” (George Cooke) Cold January’s gripped our throbbing hearts And torn them Still the sea rolls on The earth’s bowels stink Of our loved one’s deaths The air tastes foul Still the sea rolls on They don black gloves Drag out the bodies one by one The death-stained faces seem to smile Still the sea rolls on We are the widows of Hartley Our men and boys are dead Our lives cracked open Damp corpses in our beds Still the sea rolls on We are the widows of Hartley Our men and boys are dead Our lives cracked open Damp corpses in our beds Still the sea rolls on Still the sea rolls on Still the sea rolls on We clutch cold messages From dukes and queens We wipe the coal dust From our widowed eyes The coffin-makers heavy hammers beat Keep time with lapping parlour clocks And still the sea rolls on We are the widows of Hartley Our men and boys are dead Our lives cracked open Damp corpses in our beds Still the sea rolls on We are the widows of Hartley Our men and boys are dead Our lives cracked open Damp corpses in our beds Still the sea rolls on We are the widows of Hartley Our men and boys are dead Take away your stumbling words And give us bread (lyrics: Keith Armstrong / music: Gary Miller)