Diamonds in the Mud

I've got a mate who's a shaman Gets anything you want in no time A weekend at Bernie's Is a few days without any sunshine I know a right dour-faced bastard A really nice guy but he hates life He's got sarcastic eyeballs And a tongue that can slash like a lock-knife These faces I've known growing up On the streets in the Southside From the hills of the milk to the parade in the East End I remember the change in the accents on the Westside Makin' money 'til there's no time left to spend It's all bullshit but we all still pretend When I was a wean I used to sell puff to make money But we'd smoke all the profit And by Friday, it was no longer funny I know a guy who's a lightweight One or two jars and he's buckled He's the guy that loses keys Has tae break into his own house and gets huckled These faces I've known growing up On the streets in the Southside From the songs in the schemes Tae the Art School dreams of the town And when I lie awake in the nighttime These things I remember, some happy, some sad Bring a smile tae ma face when I'm down In the Priory, or in Sinbad's, in Dunoon I've been all round the world But there's nowhere compares tae my hometown The mayhem of Glasgow is buried deep in my blood And there's no other place where a cunt Might not be a put down It's 13 degrees, and there's folk in the street in the scud Not the best place, but there's diamonds in the mud Not the best place, but there's diamonds in the mud Not the best place but there's diamonds