walking through glasgow on a saturday night,
the streets were wet and the lights were bright,
saw them at the corner fussin' for a fight,
but i bet they wish the hadnt on that saturday night,
from out from his coat a razor was drawn,
and right down his face he put his mark on,
the Mark of John,
playing cards and the stakes where high,
one wrong move and it catches his eye,
dealer draws a ten and then draws a jack,
but John draws a queen and the colour is black,
from out from his coat a razor was drawn,
and right down his face he put his mark on,
the Mark of John,