Overweight Friendship Battalion Lyrics

You are one, you were one
But you'll never become
A fifth floor sunset landscape fills me so
If this city smiles better, then it definitely smells worse
You call it a protestant place
For it's low sense of worth
For even as I miss the stench of malt
It can only be construed my own fault
That I am here
Blithely fascinated by both your daughters and sons
Mother Glasgow's sweet refrain
Perpetual and strained
Well I am here
And that is all
Well you are here
And that is all