Missing You - Live

In nineteen hundred and eighty six
 There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick
 And you can't live on love, on love alone
 So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam
 To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick
 Good for nothing but stacking a brick
 Your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod
 Two work horses heavily shod
 Oh I'm missing you
 I'd give all for the price of a flight
 Oh I'm missing you
 under Piccadilly's neon
 Who did you murder, are you a spy?
 I'm just fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry
 So I just drink red biddy for a permanent high
 I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die
 All ye young people now take my advice
 Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice
 Cause you can't live without love, without love alone
 The proof is round London in the nobody zone
 Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge
 Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge
 And I'll never go home now because of the shame
 Of misfit's reflection in a shop window pane