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  [bad word] 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