You're at death's door, my beamish boy
With a knife at your side and blood in your shoes
In the Bridge Street Underground
But the cries of a running defeat gives you strength
Put the wings on your feet

An altar boy, a razor man,
Stacked a claim on your face cutting flesh to the bone
With the chib in his hand, there'll be plenty of either tonight
As they wheel you in under the lights

Glasgow boy, have you had enough of fighting in the streets tonight?
Glasgow boy, all your chinas send their love and hope you'll be all right
Stitched up too tight
I've seen that face before, I know I'll see many more
Feel them patch on the gauze as you bleed for your cause

You're through death's door, my beamish boy
They've taken the knight and closed up the holes
For your mother to see
The palladian tenements fall to the vengeance
Your brothers will call

Glasgow boy, have you had enough of fighting in the streets tonight?
Glasgow boy, all your chinas send their love and hope you'll be all right
Stitched up too tight
I've seen that face before, I know I'll see many more
Feel them patch on the gauze as you bleed for your cause