(Kelly/Mann)  We twisted you arm over Chinese  And led you astray  Offered the world as we know it  And a pittance in pay  And your fortune read  "Don't believe a word they've said"  Blood through your sleeve, I just couldn't  Believe that you'd been  To the shop where a prick of a needle  Embroiders the skin  We slept-on all full of drink  Pints of Guiness black as ink  Swung the hammer to ring the bell  The bell climbed up and then it fell  What got said got in-between  Sometimes whispers, sometimes screams  Got drunk with the Butcher at Walsall  On Beefeater's gin  Took a drag off your very first fag  Four decades in  But the finest hour you gave  When you turned and faced the wave