| Song | Even Men With Steel Hearts |
| Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| Album | Some Call It Godcore |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hey Louis… | |
| Wonderful world, terrible song | |
| Everything’s gone horribly wrong | |
| Cars are too fast, ‘cos the drivers are slow | |
| Joy-ride boy died and I think to myself | |
| From Magdalene to Sellafield | |
| There’s scant regard for how we feel | |
| Sheep are green, dead roses too | |
| I know it sounds bleak but hey, don’t despair | |
| Cos even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch | |
| Even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch | |
| It generates a warmth around the ground that augurs well for mankind | |
| And that’s what life’s about | |
| The raft of dreams we sailed in the bay | |
| Has foundered on the reefs of today | |
| Ill wind blows through my cape of no hope | |
| Dock Road can-lad on the end of a rope | |
| Yet by the stream in summer time | |
| The charming lark, the country chime | |
| Smite this faithless pantomime | |
| Welcome to the daylight at the back of my mind | |
| Even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch | |
| Even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch | |
| It generates a warmth around the ground that augurs well for mankind | |
| And that’s what life’s about | |
| Trouble is these days you never see a dog on the pitch. |
| Hey Louis | |
| Wonderful world, terrible song | |
| Everything' s gone horribly wrong | |
| Cars are too fast, ' cos the drivers are slow | |
| Joyride boy died and I think to myself | |
| From Magdalene to Sellafield | |
| There' s scant regard for how we feel | |
| Sheep are green, dead roses too | |
| I know it sounds bleak but hey, don' t despair | |
| Cos even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch | |
| Even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch | |
| It generates a warmth around the ground that augurs well for mankind | |
| And that' s what life' s about | |
| The raft of dreams we sailed in the bay | |
| Has foundered on the reefs of today | |
| Ill wind blows through my cape of no hope | |
| Dock Road canlad on the end of a rope | |
| Yet by the stream in summer time | |
| The charming lark, the country chime | |
| Smite this faithless pantomime | |
| Welcome to the daylight at the back of my mind | |
| Even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch | |
| Even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch | |
| It generates a warmth around the ground that augurs well for mankind | |
| And that' s what life' s about | |
| Trouble is these days you never see a dog on the pitch. |
| Hey Louis | |
| Wonderful world, terrible song | |
| Everything' s gone horribly wrong | |
| Cars are too fast, ' cos the drivers are slow | |
| Joyride boy died and I think to myself | |
| From Magdalene to Sellafield | |
| There' s scant regard for how we feel | |
| Sheep are green, dead roses too | |
| I know it sounds bleak but hey, don' t despair | |
| Cos even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch | |
| Even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch | |
| It generates a warmth around the ground that augurs well for mankind | |
| And that' s what life' s about | |
| The raft of dreams we sailed in the bay | |
| Has foundered on the reefs of today | |
| Ill wind blows through my cape of no hope | |
| Dock Road canlad on the end of a rope | |
| Yet by the stream in summer time | |
| The charming lark, the country chime | |
| Smite this faithless pantomime | |
| Welcome to the daylight at the back of my mind | |
| Even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch | |
| Even men with steel hearts love to see a dog on the pitch | |
| It generates a warmth around the ground that augurs well for mankind | |
| And that' s what life' s about | |
| Trouble is these days you never see a dog on the pitch. |