diamonds in the mud

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i've got a mate who's a shaman, gets anything you want in no time, a weekend at bernie's, is a few days without any sunshine, i know a right dour-faced bastard, a really nice guy but he hates life, he's got sarcastic eyeballs, and a tongue that can slash like a lock-knife, these faces i've known, growing up on the streets in the southside, from the hills of the 'milk, to the parade in the east end, i remember the change, in the accents on the westside, making money 'til there's no time left to spend, it's all bullshit but we all still pretend, when i was a wean, i used to sell puff to make money, but we'd smoke all the profit, and by friday it was no longer funny, i know a guy who's a lightweight, one or two jars and he's buckled, he's the guy that loses keys has to, break into his own house and gets huckled, these faces i've known, growing up on the streets in the southside, from the swords in the schemes, to the art-school dreams of the town, and when i lie awake in the night time, these things i remember, some happy, some sad, bring a smile to my face when i'm down, in the priory or in sinbad's in dunoon, i've been all round the world, but, there's nowhere compares to my hometown, the mayhem of glasgow is buried deep in my blood, and there's no other place where 'a cunt' might not be a put down, it's thirteen degrees and there's folk in the street in the scud, no' the best place, but there's diamonds in the mud, no' the best place, but there's diamonds in the mud, no' the best place, but there's diamonds