ee. The girls in the kips proclaim their love for you When you stumbled in they knew you had a shilling or two. They cursed you on Sundays and holy days of abstinence, When you all stayed away. When you slept there a naked bulb hid your shame, Your shadows on the wall, they took all the blame. The Sacred Heart's picture, compassion in his eyes, Drowned out the river of sighs. Let the grass grow green over the brewery tonight, It'll never come between the darkness and the light. There is no (guitartabs.cc)