Bide Your Time - Live at Castlefield Bowl Courteeners

The temptation is all too great
To know it's gone and it's all too late
I tried and I tried and but I never applied
Any of the morals that I wish I had

You wait fifty one weeks
Through all of your hides
And all of your seeks
When the time finally arrives
It dawns on me that your attention derives
From the girlfriend that you left at home
Sitting in the living room all alone

You hate the sun tan
And you can't stand
To be around
A short sleeve man
And the gaggles of girls
Who are singing too loud
Because they do my head in
You hate the tattoos
And you can't handle the skinheads
The ones who cannot handle their booze
They're making you scared to be proud
Are you scared to be proud?
How can that be allowed
Come sing your heart out with me