Josephine

Taking turns round the bottle

Till our needs become a gospel

Both us pining

Give up trying to find someone to love

Waking, sweating in the basement

Like we ain't got no care

Burning throats, blood in our mouths

We're down, down to the bone

We're down, down to the bone

Living like an infidel

Breathing smoke, coughing lungs

Waiting for that flood to come

Till then, you've got to serve someone

Oh, her name

Rings just like a bell

Inside my head

Josephine, can't forget

She's gone, gone with the dead

She's gone, gone with the dead

Living like an infidel

Breathing smoke, coughing lungs

Waiting for that flood to come

Till then, you've got to serve someone

Till then, you've got to serve someone