Black Shuck Live at the Birmingham NEC, February 19, 2006 E

In a town In the east, Oh. Where insurance was burnt and torn. By Curious beasts, ooh. In his eyes, the number between one and shortened. But the clock may come near midnight. And lost all the church burn. Ooh, he wants it coming unfurled. Black shirt, black shirt, black shirt, Black shirt, black We're nothing, give a fuck. Black shirt, black shirt, black shirt. We're nothing, give a fuck. Flames licked 'round the sacred spire. But the congregation's lost sight of the thirst. And the guilty cry. Ooh. But the flaming beast stepped into the fire at Last. But the beast, they said, there would be much Despair. God, he took us at last. Ooh, during the coming of the. Black shirt, black shirt, shirt, black shirt, Black shirt. We're nothing, give a fuck. Black shirt, shirt, black shirt. We're nothing, give a fuck. Ooh. Look at this guy. He's brand new. Fresh as a newborn daisy child. His name's Richie Edwards and he's from just down The road, so why don't you make him feel Welcome? Richie, Richie, Richie, Richie. Black shirt, black black shirt, black shirt, Black shirt. We're nothing, give a fuck. Black shirt, Black shirt, black shirt. We're nothing, give a fuck. Black shirt, black shirt, shirt, Black shirt, We're nothing, give a fuck. Black shirt, black shirt, black shirt, Black shirt. We're nothing, give a fuck.