Lyrics Peter Doherty – Down For The Outing

Slowly down, down the river
The one you sold me down
Where my timber shivered
You hold them down

Ah, Brittania somehow she was saved
Brittania raped by all the slaves
Raping all the slaves

Sorry Dad for every good time that I had
They made me look so bad
Sorry mum
I’m sorry for the good things that I’ve done
Gave you hope when there was none

No how can ya
Teach that we were saved
Oh
Do svidaniya tell me I can live
Ammonia and sieve
My baby coming with me

For the outing
In the prison of my mind
No three score ten wreck
I won’t be blind
I won’t be blindly led
A lion by a donkey

Oh how can ya
Teach that we were saved
Do svidaniya tell me I can live

Down for the outing
In the prison of your mind
No pretty ribbons a wild beast will bind
No pretty rhythms may ease a troubled mind
Ease a troubled mind
Many troubled minds round here