Davey Galloway’s guilt weighs a ton,
As he speaks to his young son,
Tells his son Andrew,
“You’re the man, you better act like one.”
Gally promises that he’ll be brave,
But his soul needs to be saved,
As the polis take in his father,
He’ll be the same, so why the bother.
Can we go to a place where it’s warm?
Devoid of hard drugs, juvenile reform?
Leaving Leith, leaving Scotland to mourn.
Gally and his mate Carl made a crew,
With Billy Birrell and Terry, too,
And the eclectic bunch of punks stuck together like glue.
Often got drunk, rarely showed up at school,
Lived by a code of these rules:
Back up your mates, and never rat,
But not everyone abides by that,
Cuz when McMurray maimed that boy,
He maimed that boy with Gally’s knife,
Then he took the blame, he went away,
It set the stage for Gally’s life.
Can we go to a place where it’s warm?
Devoid of hard drugs, juvenile reform?
Leaving Leith, leaving Scotland to mourn.
The second he got out of jail, he got his hole off for the first time,
Wouldn’t you know it was the worst time,
Got a kid, got hitched.
Then when McMurray moved in on his wife,
He looked around, said, “Why choose life?”
Rolled up his sleeve and spiked his vein,
Not knowing nothing’d be the same.
Then got tested, told his mates he’d soon be dead; his blood was shite.
Terry shot that punk McMurray in the neck that very night.
Gally decided while violently laughing that he’d no longer wish to fight,
So he ended his existence,
Thinking he was in the right.
Can we go to a place where it’s warm?
Devoid of hard drugs, juvenile reform?
Leaving Leith, leaving Scotland to mourn.
Arrive at a felon named Dave,
Quietly sobbing by a grave,
Says his goodbyes and says, “I’m sorry,”
To a son he couldn’t save.
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