Glasgow

I lived ten years in Glasgow

And it sometimes felt like home

All the time in the past, we don't get back

For duty and for family

I slipped out the close

Broken glass and arrows pointing south

On the M6 at Carlisle

I was sick and tired of everything

Mother India calling you last night

Well, chill me and thrill me

From Govan up to Gallowgate

Whatever, whatever

Whatever may betide

Whatever, whatever

Whatever may betide