Now you can't miss a woman properly at least Without cursing her name to a drink And it's how are you doing, at what will you have? And it's much colder out than you'd think
Now O'Connell's on William street hands up to the wall Shouting mother you left me inside And when all's said and done, we've all had our fun And the only thing left is to lay down and die The only thing left is to lay down and die
Now I'm sick and I'm withered And I'm lying on the floor And they're feeding me three times a day I've been battered to bleed, been on ECT so get the fuck out of my way
For the roses of London Are settling to bed You can hear all the little ones sigh And when all's said and done, we've all had our fun And the only thing left is to lay down and die The only thing left is to lay down and die