Lirieke:
Black 47 Bankers Gangsters

wear her scally, oh, so stylish Told her old man she's discoverin' her roots She know the songs and the bands that sing 'em The Murphs, the Mollies, 47

Oh, the lights shone down on Broadway They lit up old Times Square When we waltzed like Fred and Ginger All along the great White Way But you never said

If it's all so far behind me why does it seem like yesterday The lark in the morning, your auld lad tossin' hay The ferry in the harbor dancing jigs upon

I don't know why it all fell apart I was too young, you were too smart I guess you knew It was goin' nowhere right from the start But your memory brings

You'll long for me in Australia I should have known what would become of me The future's always been there for all the world to see The black death