Four & twenty years ago I come into this life the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife
he was tired o' being poor and he wasn't into selling door to door and he worked like a devil to be more
A different kind of poverty now upsets me so night after sleepless night I walk the floor and I want to know
why am I so alone where is my woman can I bring her home have I driven her away... is she gone
Morning comes, the sunrise and I'm driven to my bed I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head
I embrace the many coloured beast I grow weary of the torment can there be no peace and I find myself just wishin' that my life would simply ceaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
