Back From The Dead
The LIbertines
I heard it said
He had come back from the dead
And he was playing so fine
Scooping up
The soul of the wine
Have courage, my boy
When you look them in the eye
And try not to look too scummy
Cause you need their money now
You need their money
This ain't no happy place to be
There's nothing nice about me
There's nothing nice around me
I heard it said
He had come back from the dead
I keep it in reach
Keep it in the fridge
Courage, my dear
When you look them in the eye
Laugh if they try to be funny
Because you need their money now
You need their money