You're My Waterloo - The Libertines

You’ll never fumigate the demons

No matter how much you smoke

So just say you love me

For three good reasons

And I’ll throw you the rope

You don’t need it

Because you are the survivor

Of more than one life

And you’re the only lover I had

Who ever slept with a knife

But you’re not Judy Garland

Oh just like me you’ve never really had a home of your own

But I’m not Tony Hancock baby

Until the dawn

We’ll stone the crows

We’ll stone the crows

We’ll stone the crows

And you see I’ve brought you flowers

I’ve brought you flowers, all collected from the Old Vic Stage

Well I’ve been sitting here for hours, baby

Just chasing these words

Across the page

Cause you’re my Waterloo

Well I’ll be your Gypsy Lane

I’m so glad we know just what to do

And exactly who’s to blame

And you’re my Waterloo

I’ll be your Stanley Park

Well I’m so glad we know just what to do

And no one’s left

Stumbling around

Fumbling around

Tumbling around

In the dark

Always in the dark

You’re my Waterloo

I’ll be your Calvary

Well I’m so glad we know just what to do

And everyone’s gonna be happy

Everyone’s gonna be happy

Everyone’s gonna be happy

But of course