Diamonds in the Mud - Live at Hampden Park Songtext
von Gerry Cinnamon

I′ve got a mate who's a shaman
Gets anything you want in no time
A weekend at Bernies
Is a few days without any sunshine
I know a right dour faced bastart
A really nice guy but he hates life
He′s got sarcastic eyeballs
And a tongue that can slash like a lockknife


These faces I've known
Growing up on the streets in the Southside
From the hills of the Milk
To the parade in the East End
I remember the change in the accents
On the Westside
Making money
Till there no time
Left to spend
It's all bullshit
But we all
Still pretend

When I was a wane I used to sell puff to make money
But we′d smoke all the profit
And by Friday it was no longer funny
I know a guy who′s a lightweight
One or two jars and he's buckled
He′s the guy that loses keys
Has to break into his own house
And gets huckled

These faces I've known
Growing up on the streets in the Southside
From the swords in the schemes
To the Artschool dreams of the toon
And when I lie awake in the night time
These things I remember
Some happy some sad
Bring a smile to my face when I′m doon
In the Priory
Or in Sinbads
In Dunoon


I've been all round the world
But there′s nowhere compares to my hometown
The mayhem o Glesga is buried deep in my blood
And there's no other place where a cunt, might no be a putdown
It's 13 degrees and there′s folk in the street in the scud
No the best place
But there′s Diamonds in the Mud
No the best place
But there's Diamonds in the Mud
No the best place
But there′s Diamonds in the Mud