歌词：Libertines, The. Love On The Dole.

How many cups of wine will I have consumed?

The people realise they have rolled past my tomb

We?re drinking whisky in a brave new afternoon

The people realise they have rolled past my tomb



Strike a light

Raise your glasses

Drink a toast to the boring classes



On the Albion-ay

Spew it out your soul

Love is on the dole

And there she will stay



All night long we were singing Northern songs

All night long we were singing Northern songs





Only you battered your broken nose on the grindstone

You wake a slave you squandered

So your soul is not your own

I run from the dust and gloom

With only my secrets to keep me warm

That?s all I could do to keep them from you

And its all a pact we swore



Strike a light

Raise your glasses

Drink a toast to the boring classes



With Albion-ay

Spew it out your soul

Love is on the dole

And there she will stay



All night long we were singing Northern songs

All night long we were singing Northern songs



And I love every inch of you

Yes I do love every single inch of you

But doesn?t she get that warm glow inside?

Shoots up your spine and blows through your mind



Oh well, don?t you tell me how blessed are the poor

You?ve always wanted one slice more

Than you and me

Love for today makes



My darling was a preacher on the Albion stage

She might have been a preacher in the good old days

We?re drinking whisky in a brave new afternoon

Don?t people realise they?ve rolled past my tomb



Oh well

Don?t you tell me how blessed are the meek

You never turn the other cheek

Once in your life



Love is on the dole.