The Bastard Hills Of Totterdown

It's silly o'clock in the morning and were off to Calcott Road

In the vainest hope of a cuddle on the floor

Well I will be your hero I will ride off in the rain

To find the sweet red wine that will keep us all sane

But it's silly o'clock in the morning and the shops are all closed

Got to find my way to the bastard hills of Totterdown

Now the wine's hanging off my handlebars

And the rain and the wind it's howling, blinding me

Fucked if I know which way to go

I'm on the wrong side of the river and my phone is dead, you see

I put something up my nose a couple of hours ago

And it's running through my veins like a runaway train, rushy

I'm going hell for leather, every push on the pedals

It's surging up to pickle my melon, buzzy

But it's silly o'clock in the morning and the shops are all closed

So its onwards and upwards through the mire with my head exposed

Yes it's silly o'clock in the morning and my blood is on fire

Got to find my way through the bastard hills of Totterdown

On the side of the road I see a mad old crow

It pointed its wing and I swear it cackled east

So I thanked the crow and away I rode

Till the road that I rode it started angling steep

It was then that I started to see the signs

A glimmer of hope in the roaming, gloaming streets

There was Rookery road and Ravenhill avenue

Friendship road and that crow up in a tree

But it's silly o'clock in the morning and the shops are all closed

So it's onwards and upwards through the mire with my heart exposed

Yes it's silly o'clock in the morning and my blood is on fire

Got to find my way through the bastard hills of Totterdown

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But it's silly o'clock in the morning and the shops are all closed

But it's onwards and upwards through the mire with my soul exposed

Yes it's silly o'clock in the morning and my blood is on fire

Got to find my way through the bastard hills of Totterdown