Give me your guts, deliver them up,
It was half-past nothing and the river was blood,
The city shrugged, we closed our eyes, stepped back into our huts,
As if it meant nothing to us.
Come on, give me your palm and a bucket of Khan,
Hold me closer on the sofas sleeping under your arm,
They say that slumber will harm,
But I am under your charm,
So keep it going never know when we'll be sober to start.
Give me them thundering darks,
Give me them hungers that've been coming apart so long,
It's a wonder that we still want to dance,
But here we are in the humbling dark,
Throwing shapes while the hunters advance.
Come on, give me your chance,
Where the eyes might find,
Opposition left her wishing she was mine all mine,
And not first night until the eyes go blind,
We're intertwined.
Oh, but in the morning they all leave us behind.
Come on, give me your guts, man, deliver them up,
You say you're searching for something but the sympathy's stuck,
So come on, give me your guts, man, deliver them up,
There's no villainy big enough that you can't kill it with love.
Come on, give me your guts - deliver them up,
You know you're looking above, but you're living for love,
Come on, give me your guts, man deliver them up,
Skimming the surface but it isn't enough,
No, it isn't enough.
Give me a smile let me kick it around,
It was something I found in the road,
The night's coming down,
He moves like a toad,
He's just looking for a princess to love him,
But all the princesses think he's just disgusting,
You can beat him up but can't budge him,
I was in Budgens, picking up a can with my cousin,
And I saw him bent double by the dustbins,
Retching up a puddle of guts, people
Wanted to help but they couldn't bear touch him,
The fat prince rolled over, too much,
Look, you can kick him down but can't crush him,
You can take him home but can't trust him,
His heart is a book, his armour is crooked,
His arms are the hooks in the mouth of a mermaid he's been harvesting,
Shook dry by barbarous lips,
He sees the picture but he's hardly a part of it,
He's starting to slip...
Trust, for him it's harder than it looks,
They're holding those riddles
Up in the middle,
While others hide in their books,
Every cranny every nook,
People backing up what they could,
Storming alleys in their valleys happy with what they took,
From what they're given,
Locks their living,
Holding dogs they're sniffing,
Floorboards lifting up,
In every flat they're slotting all the difficult decisions,
He's used to it,
Bruises for proof of it,
Fuses shot he didn't use until his uses,
Until he's blot where Gruesomes live,
Truth of it,
Abusive kid,
Simply wanted shoes to fit,
His hands would understand there's a grand if you move this shit.
Sniffing white powder,
Burning through the light hours,
Getting light, losers getting tight,
Couldn't lose his grip,
Soon he did, slipped and slept where the kid was kept,
Took the deepest breath of his ex, said
"I'm deep in debt,"
Steep regret, cos he died like his brother,
When all he wanted to do was provide for his mother,
So, give me your guts, man, deliver them up,
There's more to the world than the things you can touch.
Come on give me your guts, man, deliver them up,
Funny feeling in your lungs,
But the sympathy's strung,
So come on, give me your guts, man, deliver them up,
Now I'm trying to go the distance but I keep getting stuck,
Man, give me your guts, come, deliver them up,
You sit, sipping the wisdom till you're feeling the calm.
Give me a reason, the reason is long gone,
Even the feeling I want one is wrong,
And every evening when I feel it come on,
I start to laugh, start singing the song,
Singing the song, look give me a reason,
The reason is long gone,
And even the feeling that I want one is wrong,
And every evening when I feel it come on,
I start to laugh, start singing the song, give me your guts.
Come on deliver (come on deliver) them up,
Give me your guts, man, deliver them up,
