Glasgow Boy - Chris Rainbow

You’re at death’s door, my beamish boy

With a knife at your side and blood in your shoes

In the Bridge Street Underground

But the cries of a running defeat gives you strength

Put the wings on your feet

An altar boy, a razor man,

Stacked a claim on your face cutting flesh to the bone

With the chib in his hand, there’ll be plenty of either tonight

As they wheel you in under the lights

Glasgow boy, have you had enough of fighting in the streets tonight?

Glasgow boy, all your chinas send their love and hope you’ll be all right

Stitched up too tight

I’ve seen that face before, I know I’ll see many more

Feel them patch on the gauze as you bleed for your cause

You’re through death’s door, my beamish boy

They’ve taken the knight and closed up the holes

For your mother to see

The palladian tenements fall to the vengeance

Your brothers will call

Glasgow boy, have you had enough of fighting in the streets tonight?

Glasgow boy, all your chinas send their love and hope you’ll be all right

Stitched up too tight

I’ve seen that face before, I know I’ll see many more

Feel them patch on the gauze as you bleed for your cause