Faifley
Faifley had a black cloud around it
There was nobody there and someone had stole the chimneys
Fifteen dogs ran up the street
Looking for the Hepatitis Hospital
And a cat with a bread poultice was singing shangalang backwards
The Sunday Mail says Woodys in Japan now
I'd made it through Partic, Whiteinch, Scotstoun and Yoker
I was here same as everyone
No more fags, no more Giro, No more Petrol
Faifley
Faifley tinha uma nuvem negra em volta
Não tinha ninguém lá e alguém tinha roubado as chaminés
Quinze cachorros correram pela rua
Procurando o Hospital da Hepatite
E um gato com um cataplasma de pão cantava shangalang ao contrário
O Sunday Mail diz que o Woody tá no Japão agora
Eu passei por Partic, Whiteinch, Scotstoun e Yoker
Eu estava aqui igual a todo mundo
Sem mais cigarro, sem mais auxílio, sem mais gasolina
Composição: Jim Prime / Ricky Ross