Mama’s got a taste for Finland

Tearing up the kitchen floor

I take a walk down Pigsty Hill

Heavier than ever before

Nicky’s going underneath the knife tonight

They’re gonna cut all of the cancer out

I take a walk down Pigsty Hill

Really just to leave the house

Died inside a hotel bedroom

Cleaner knocking on the door

I take a walk down Pigsty Hill

Like yesterday and the day before

Lying on the bed of England

Money undеrneath the sheets

How much do you think it might cost me

If I wеre to venture East?

What’s the furthest that you’d fly for a funeral?

Who would it have be?

Thirty five aerial hours

At thirty five thousand feet

Thinking back to Mary Valley

Memory just isn’t enough

Breakneck Road. The water’s cold

At the foot of the Kenilworth Bluff

Let me go

I’ll go

I’ll go

Let me go

I’ll go

I’ll go

Let me go

I’ll go

I’ll go

Let me go