And the churches won't stretch up through tarmac,   Fly-overs   The city don't smell like they said in the brochure.   It's no longer surprising   When lovers and lawyers they lie.   But I'd gladly put up with this sh*t 'til the day that I die.      Well we've had our problems,   but hey hasn't everyone?   As soon as they've gone we'll just drag in another one.   I can see that you're sad   That you say there's, a lash in your eye.   And I'd gladly put up with your sh*t 'til the day that I die.      Yeah well.      I get the feeling I'm,   Just not cut out for this.   All strategies hidden agendas and politics.   If we can stand before   Legions of enemies, just you and I.   Then I'd gladly put up with this sh*t 'til the day that I die.      'Til the day that I die,   On the day that I die. ('til the day that I die)      (Oohh,   They will not hurt me at all, and   Oohh,   They will not hurt me at all.) x2