It's a street full of moonshine She shuffles down alone Big mustaches watch her From behind their mobile phones She's out in any weather A mouse dolled up in feathers With tuppence in her pocket To give the dog a bone CHORUS Our lady of the bottles, what can we do? Our lady of the bottles, pray for me, I'll pray for you Our lady of the bottles, what can we do? Our lady of the bottles, pray for me, I'll pray for you There's a crack in the window Where the wind comes whistling through A crack where the crocodiles Come in two by two The landlord's on a bender The fleas say no surrender And we all wake up in the morning black and blue CHORUS We poor sheep We have gone astray We piss our lives away We are in disrepair Angles sleep while the tigers play So the Good Book say We piss our lives away We do it day by day And we don't care One day that's coming The poor will get their own With nothing left to cry for And bread instead of stone There'll be Heaven for the living And God will get forgiven She'll be up high on a holy golden throne CHORUS