Gang Of Gin – Babyshambles – letras

I get around to singing aboutThat gang of gin I’m inThen you’ll know most certainlyThe kind of game I’m inYou sound around to swinging aboutThe gang of gin I’m rolling in, ohThen you’ll knowThe kind of state I’m inWho will buy my beautiful roses?Who will buy my beautiful songs?Who will buy my beautiful roses?Who will buy my beautiful songs?Oh in a nutshellYeah in a nutshell, ohIn a nutshellIn a nutshellI get around to singing aboutThat gang of gin I’m inThen you’ll knowThe kind of game I’m inShe was getting pally with a scally in the alleyGiving head for gearShe calls a spade a spadeGot slit from ear to earWho will buy my beautiful roses?Who will buy my beautiful songs?Who will buy my beautiful roses?Who will buy my beautiful songs?Well I showed no decorumSpan my heart out on the forumLooked like a snapshotOf the most tragic dayI’ll tell you my storyThe treachery it bores meCarl and McGee both promised meIt would not happen this wayCarl is kept sedatedThe frontman elevatedAnd McGee doing all he can to ruin my bandAnd keep me out the wayIn this industry of foolsMusclemen and ghoulsIf you’re not a puppet or a muppetThen you might as well call it a day-ayayThe truth here gets distortedThe wall scrapings get snortedI’m welcome back if I give up crackBut you gave me my first pipe anywayCan’t show no decorumPosts left on the forumWas like a snapshotOf the most tragic day