Love on the dole

How many cups of wine will I have consumed? The people realise they have rolled past my tomb We're drinking whisky in a brave new afternoon The people realise they have rolled past my tomb Strike a light Raise your glasses Drink a toast to the boring classes On the Albion-ay Spew it out your soul Love is on the dole And there she will stay All night long we were singing Northern songs All night long we were singing Northern songs Only you battered your broken nose on the grindstone You wake a slave you squandered So your soul is not your own I run from the dust and gloom With only my secrets to keep me warm That's all I could do to keep them from you And its all a pact we swore Strike a light Raise your glasses Drink a toast to the boring classes With Albion-ay Spew it out your soul Love is on the dole And there she will stay All night long we were singing Northern songs All night long we were singing Northern songs And I love every inch of you Yes I do love every single inch of you But doesn't she get that warm glow inside? Shoots up your spine and blows through your mind Oh well, don't you tell me how blessed are the poor You've always wanted one slice more Than you and me Love for today makes My darling was a preacher on the Albion stage She might have been a preacher in the good old days We're drinking whisky in a brave new afternoon Don't people realise they've rolled past my tomb Oh well Don't you tell me how blessed are the meek You never turn the other cheek Once in your life Love is on the dole