Penedono's Hand

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