Bruised eye keep your head down walking crispy morning bruised sky over head
Chipped tooth talking fish eyes salty seaside heaving green cliffs wake the dead
Fuckers wake the dead

Stealing flick knife picking their pockets
For a bottle of wine and bread
City babe we’re not gonna make it
But they better catch us dead
Fall asleep in the terrible morning
With our boots and high heels on
Buzzing like a couple of hornets
In the trembling air
Of a shivering morning song

Peachy baby peachy why so steely why so deeply unimpressed?
Silent Stevie's got me thinking seriously about the way my words are dressed?
Why so unimpressed?

Pucker up now don’t be a phoney
Careful steps in concrete boots
Sister Egg says I look kinda boney
Says I need to plant some roots
It’s like someone keeps pulling the carpet
Out from underneath my feet
And with this bruised eye I look kinda shady
I can see the fear
In the eyes of the kooks I meet

Bruised Eye get back in the ring
A bruised eye ain’t no broken wing