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verse
Papa stashed it away, and he wasn't waitin' for no rainy day
With a pool in our backyard, and he never worked too hard
He was nobody's fool, and he sent me to a very private school
It was easy, it was fun, and one by one I let my days go by
Gettin' high

chorus
Now the days of alms are past, there's no more rainbows to be had
I'm thinkin' of the days that used to be
But a monkey on a silver string ain't really all that bad
Just wait until my Jones comes down on me
verse
Do you recall the gallery, the writing on the wall?
All the words and the wine
Me believin' they were mine

verse
Now the only words I hear
Say my dreams will disappear, or turn to clay
And either way

chorus
The days of alms are past, there's no more rainbows to be had
I'm thinkin' of the days that used to be
But a monkey on a silver string ain't really all that bad
Just wait until my Jones comes down on me

verse
One more lonely night, and no one here but just myself to fight
And there's nothing I can do
My fightin' days are through with you, please
I'm on my knees

chorus
Now the days of alms are past, there's no more rainbows to be had
I'm thinkin' of the days that used to be
But a monkey on a silver string ain't really all that bad
Just wait until my Jones comes down on me

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