It’s not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood
Oh it’s all
It’s all in my hands
And it’s all up the walls
Well the stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down
It’s these ignorant faces that bring this town down
Yeah I sighed and sunken with pride
I passed myself down on my knees
Yes I passed myself down on my knees
What can you want now you’ve got it all
The whole scene is obscene
Time will strip it away
A year and a day
And Bill Bones
Bill Bones knows what I really mean
There are fewer more distressing sights than that
Of an Englishman in a baseball cap
And we’ll die in the class we were born
Well that’s a class of our own my love
A class of our own my love
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Ohne Musik ist alles Leben ein Irrtum.