Home For A Rest — текст песни (Spirit Of The West)

CHORUS:
you`ll have to excuse me, i`m not at my best
i`ve been gone for a month
i`ve been drunk since i left
there so-called vacations
will soon be my death
i`m so sick from teh drink
i need home for a rest
we arrived in december and london was cold
so we stayed in thebars
along charing cross road
we never saw nothin` but brass taps and oak
kept a shine on the bar
with the sleeves of our coats
-chorus-
euston station the train journey north
in the buffet car we lurched back and forth
past odd crooked dykes
through yorkshire`s green fields
we were flung into dance
as the train jigged and reeled
you`ll have to excuse me, i`m not at my best
i`ve been gone for a month
i`ve been drunk since i left
there so-called vacations
will soon be my death
i`m so sick from teh drink
i need home for a rest
take me home....
by the light of the moon she`d drift through the streets
a rare old perfume so seductive and sweet
she`d tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
then walk us on home and deny us a round
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the gas heater`s empty, it`s damp as a tomb
and the spirits we drank are not ghosts in the room
i`m knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
and don`t lift up my head
`till the the twelve bells at noon
you`ll have to excuse me, i`m not at my best
i`ve been gone for a month
i`ve been drunk since i left
there so-called vacations
will soon be my death
i`m so sick from teh drink
i need home for a rest
take me home....