You go with your two feet bare
Down through the cold lane there  to Brighton
A country house  a liar and a louse live there
Go with your arms held wide
Happiness in your eyes  convincing
And stay the night  turn out every light you see
And lay them down buried in the ground for me

Whoa my love  whoa my love
Whoa my love  whoa my love
Whoa
Tongues of the creatures wait
Drawn to the fragile legs you walk on
A cold wind blows  Brighton to the coast from me
The cold wind blows  Brighton to the coast from me

Whoa my love  oh my love
Whoa my love  oh my love
Whoa my love  oh my love
Whoa my love  oh my love
Oh