No next of kin No next of kin Count the angels on the head of a pin
That doesn't take the pain away An old woman died on the fifth of may Stabbed for her purse by a junkie Who couldn't speak Spanish in the face of easy prey
"Ayudame", she cried on her holiday
No blood line No blood line While the old man lived his family died
But that didn't change his routine Played cribbage with friends, breakfast every week Held up outside the holiday by a junkie Because he'd stopped for change
Nickel a hole was the weekly game
"Help me", he cried on his holiday "Help me", she cried on her holidayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
