The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers
The Proclaimers
Prepare thy events
From pillar to post
A reason returned
To the loyal tools
To enlightenment please
Don't give up the ghost
But drop dead destiny
A barely couth voice
Untroubled by charm
An orangutang
Still waving its arms
I've heard more sense
Come out of a farm
Drop dead destiny
You are a washed up illusion
Still making fools of us all
Now I take one step then another
I am deaf to your call
When you have finally departed
I'll sing a song at your wake
One of my own compositions
I am to all that is fakе
Prepare my evеnts
From pillar to post
A reason returned
To the loyal tools
Enlightenment please
Don't give up the ghost
But drop dead destiny
Drop dead destiny