We were arrested on AberdeennWith empty hands and mouths to feednSo I put my hands up and begged releasenAnd now Julia it seems that our honesty was briefnnWe were lost when we left our homesnWe were high again and we went out to scorenI soon found myself at your brother's doornAnd I'd pondered all the rentnWell I ain't been back there sincennI woke up on my hands and kneesnThe night was cold and I began to seenThat I'd pinned myself to another name that had sold me out beforenAnd had never shown remorsennSo many years now I've been bought and soldnI told myself I'd take the higher roadnSo I dressed myself in your brother's clothesnAnd I walked across his handsnI left nothing up to chance