Rocky Road To London
Greenland Whalefishers
Johnny came down the road
He was cursing loud
Seven street dogs where his crowd
1-2-3-4 - mary is a whore
Once she stood his bride
Always next to his side
Yesterday she broke his pride
She joined Slim Greg
Which Johnny thought was a fag
When I woke up this morning I screamed
Jesus set me free!
Felt the coming of a hangover
Got some drunken memories
I felt 13 pints of last night's beer transforming into fears
I was screaming to the mirror
What the hell am I doing here?
Then I found myself at the airport with a ticket in my hand
London was my destiny
Here I come you promised land
I've spent 20 years just kicking dust at the only street around
Where the junkies know my granddad and a gentle breeze makes sounds
Here I go, hell's below
Looking down at the ground
On the rocky road to London
I saw Johnny Brown
At the airport ground
Yes I wager he felt down
Big boys don't cry
But tears came from his eyes
Mary's lost and gone
Now your life is a run
There's a big war going on
Done is done
And happiness is gone
So I went into the airport bar
I got 3 hours to break
Bought a russian and a Red Bull
The best way to stay awake
But anyway, I fainted
Caught a strange and scary dream
Mary came as an angel
She accused me of being prim
I woke up two hours later
Then the panic did attack
Fell the evilness of 1000 eyes were gazing at my back
So I ran into the toilet where an old man cleaned his hands
There was something about his sad blue eyes
So I hit in self-defence
Here I go. Hell's below
Looking down at the ground
On the rocky road to London