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