When I look at you now I just can’t understandnHow I ever coulda looked up to you, man,nStill I’m passed being mad, or losing my rag,nJust find it sad ‘cause you were the closest thing I had to a dad.nAnd instead of looking up, I’m looking down at you fella;nDays where I believed your crap have come and gone like the weather.nStill you hide beneath your rain coat and stolen umbrella,nWhat’s wrong with you bredda?nCome on, fucking get it together.nYou’re getting close to fifty now – mature age.nSo let go of the whiskey now, start acting your age,nCan’t spend the rest of your life killing your liver,nSpend your last days acting like you don’t give anShit about nothing, now you’re old and you’re bittern‘Cause you’re ex left you for another man she found fitter; fitternEnough to raise two kids anywayn‘Cause you ain’t fucking fit to be a dad in any way.nYou’re a degenerate alcoholic and have been for years,nYour eyes are dry now but not the tracks of your tearsnAnd I see where they lead, man I’m sorry that you’re hurtnBut you can only blame yourself now your dick’s in the dirt.nnWild horses couldn’t drag me awaynWild, wild horses couldn’t drag me awaynnDown the pub each day in the Old Nag’s Head, just stayednEven wild, wild horses couldn’t drag you away.nYeah,nThat’s the one ain't it, didn’t you say, nAt your funeral that’s the song you want them to play?nYou ain’t got long now to go, bruvnNow it’s clear you a slave nTo the drinkn'Cos soon you'll drink yourself into your grave,nIt’s got to the stage where you love to drink every day.nI say love as if you didn’t love it, you sober up but heynWhat you love more the suds or your own flesh and blood?n‘Cause, blood, it’s been two years since you even gave them a hugnLet alone even let them hear your voice.nThere’s no excuse it’s not like you haven’t got a choice;nWhat you gotta do isnFix up, look sharp,nStop drinking, nDon’t poison your body with anything that stops you thinking.nYou’re too old for all that.nYou’ve had your time, man, don’t act like a foolnActing like you gotta fork out for your yout’snYou say you work just a sperm banknThen show your ex some proof, just a piece of what you earn, mann‘Cause right now she’s the only one who’s paying for their schooling;nNo matter how much of a bitch you say she is, that’s appalling.nnWild horses couldn’t drag me awaynWild, wild horses couldn’t drag awaynnWhen you gonna learn, man? You fucked up again.nWent and got another bird up the fucking duff again.nNo doubt you won’t be about for this one, like the othersnAnd you dirty, fucking, pisshead cunt thank your God for mothersn‘Cause dads ain’t worth shit. It must be hereditary:nYou never knew yours and your kids don’t know you, so set it GnA date with a surgeon, under local anaesthetic, KeithnI think it’s time you went and got yourself a vasectomy,nOn the real, I ain’t joking blud I’ve fucking had enough.nYou know what it was like for both of us growing up,nYou never had a dad, well neither did I and you know it blud,n‘Cause you knew my dad, you knew when he left I was only a pup,nSo I can’t condone that shit, abandoning your kids, you’re a pricknI don’t care what you say, man, you make me sick.nThere’s no excuse for that shit, you say you don’t know where they arenBut there’s ways of finding out, you’re just not trying very hard.nThey can’t have gone very farnYou’re ex’s family’s still about,nYou could write your ex a letter asking her: let’s sort this out,nAnd give it to her mum, so that she can pass it on,nBut I guess that’s hard to do nWhen you’re motherfucking drunknSo you know what?nFuck itnOr leave it alone,nAs long as you leave me alone ‘cause you don’t need to be known,nLike those chiefs who private number me and breathe down the phone.nDon’t give a fuck about you now your true colours are shownnNext time you’ll see me's at your funeraln‘Wild Horses’ by The StonesnSo keep your fucking drink you’ll need it now you’re all on your own.nnWild horses couldn’t drag me awaynWild, wild horses couldn’t drag me away