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Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards |
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From the pockets of wrecks in the middle of the road. |
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I came to in my future and that was just yesterday, |
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Unsure of my past and that's a knot in my gut. |
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You buy me a drink then you think that you've got the right |
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To crawl in my head and rifle my soul. |
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You tell me i'm free and want me to compromise |
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To sell out my dreams you say you'll make it worthwhile. |
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Oh, boys would you drink to me now |
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Here on the hill, half way up, half way down |
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You tell me i'm drunk the you sit back and smug a while |
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Convinced that you're right that you're still in command of your senses. |
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I laugh at your superior attitude |
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Your insincere plattitudes make me throw up. |
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Oh, boys would you drink to me now |
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Here on the hill, half way up, half way down |
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Oh, boys would you drink to me now |
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Here on the hill, half way up, half way down |
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Oh for the company born to the company |
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Live for the company until i die. |
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The sooner you realise that i'm perfectly happy |
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If i'm left to decide the company i choose |
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The company i choose is solidly singular |
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Totally trustworthy, straight and sincere |
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Polished, experienced, witty and charming |
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So why don't you push off, this company's my own. |
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Oh, boys would you drink to me now |
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Here on the hill, half way up, half way down |
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Oh, boys would you drink to me now |
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Here on the hill, half way up, half way down |
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Oh for the company, dream of the company |
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Live for the company until i die. |
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Oh for the company, dream of the company |
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Drink to the company until we die |
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Until we die |
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Until we die. |
