Bucket Shop The Libertines

Your very first stop was the bucket shop
To pick the pieces of your life up
And scream looking glass
At all that you despised
You're thinking back to the Chicken Shack
And the smashing of the glass
And the knife in the back, well
My boy who would've believed your lies?
All your lies?

And no-one's going to sell you any alibis
Alibis

You dirty small town girls
How I wish you were here now
And show me how to be the man
I'm your man
As only you can, as only you can
My White City girl

Well someone said you were an angel
Only what kind of angel
Would whisper 'hello'
And shout 'goodbye'
My White City girl