Diamonds In The Mud

Intro: (x3) verse 1 I've got a mate who's a shaman, gets anything you want in no time A weekend at Bernie's is a few days without any sunshine I know a right dour-faced bastard, a really nice guy but he hates life he's got sarcastic eyeballs and a tongue that can slash like a lock-knife These faces I've known growing up on the streets in the southside From the hills of the 'milk to the parade in the eastend I remember the change in the accents on the westside Makin money till there's no time left to spend it's aw bullshit but we aw still pretend verse 2 When A was a wean I used to sell puff to make money but we'd smoke all the profit and by Friday it was no longer funny A know a guy who's a lightweight, one or two jars and he's buckelt, He's the guy that loses keys has tae break into his ain hoos and gets huckelt These faces I've known growing up on the streets in the southside From the songs in the schemes tae the Art School dreams of the toon and when a lie awake in the night time these things I remember Some happy, some sad, bring a smile tae ma face when am doon in the Priory or in Sinbad's in Dunoon verse 3 Av been all round the world but there's nowhere compares tae ma hometown The mayhem eh Glesga is buried deep in ma blood and there's no other place where a cunt might no be a put down It's 13 degrees an there's folk in the street in the scud Outro No the best place but there's diamonds in the mud No the best place but there's diamonds in the mud No the best place but there's diamonds