Well the fires are tended And my blood it just boils (Hey there pass your hat) And the fruits of hard labor Have been drowned in snake oil (Hey there
Every morn at sven o'clock There's twenty terriers drilling on the rock And the boss comes round and he says to the (?) "Come down hard on the cast-iron
Wisecracks and hijacks And contracts to sell Old wine in new bottles Times are the same Diggin' the ditch quick And quick to escape The patent is
Rolled in the mud But I could never come clean Counting blessings on my middle finger There in the back shed Pricing heads to the pound Told to shut
Well it should have been the first place But instead it was the last It was a place that only you could love All the gin was spiked with water From
Beyond the reach There are rows of tender hooks Where nothing seems To justify a second look And not a soul is found To tear them hooks on down Famous
Swept the floor of dreams Live ones in the cracks Crawling from the woodwork Just to break your mother's back Hail the future king No surprises left
Oh one night of mercy Give me one night of merciful Shocks to the skull Watching these specimens grow Small miracles stuffed In old powder kegs Can'
graves than ditches On this we will agree There is good earth on the west bank Good nails and rope and pine You can picnic at the Cataract Or paddle
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Cross your heart gently The best days are with us Don't be dark-hearted You'll just disappear Trust you won't stumble I trust you won't walk blind
Whiskey hold me well And never let me spill From the blind man's bluff Across the frozen lake Oh chance me, chance me not, With the last chance
