Lowest Of The Low

Penedono's Hand

Lowest Of The Low


I have learned to never trust a handshake or a smile 
I had my doubts on that train 
The fear and the sublime inside a sixty-four Vauxhall 
Cigarettes, Rosy and Grey 

Forget the pickpockets and thieves 
'Cause the only taste it leaves 
is the blood red wine and the land 
Bootleg beer out of a van, 
the night that never seemed to end 
Your sleep is safe in Penedono's hand 

The future is uncertain and the end is always near 
The message came from British MTV 
After two years in the army on a mandatory tour 
Freedom is sometimes hard to see 

Then we'll raise another glass 
Better days go by so fast 
We drink to Salazar's last stand 
And to the people of this town 
Who share each other's ups and downs 
Your sleep is safe in Penedono's hand 

Broken English in the night 
Politics, pool-cues and spite 
I know what you're thinking 
It's like I've known you all my life 

Through the night to Barcelona 
I was forced to stay awake 
The contrast as sharp as a knife 
And I never will forget this song repeating in my head 
Or the hands that could have had my life 

Forget the pickpockets and thieves 
'Cause the only taste it leaves is the blood red wine and the land 
Bootleg beer out of a van, the night that never seemed to end 
Your sleep is safe in Penedono's hand