Narrow streets breed narrow minds and
Care for king but not for kind
Itร‚ยดs a short hop to a long weekend
when every move you apreehend
Youร‚ยดll never find room to find your feet
to walk out of this avenue
Your pockets are lined with promises
when did you promise ever pay for shoes?
Counting coal trucks by the line and
raise your glasses one more time
ร‚ยดCause Billy has gone off to war
And God knows what heร‚ยดs fighting for
But wartime will make him a man
Work that no one seeif you can
A heroร‚ยดs grave is 6 feet deep not
Room enough for all his plans.
She can scrub the step but if heร‚ยดll never gleam
If he did sheร‚ยดd smash the dream
And theyร‚ยดve held the world too long
But dreams are what you wake up from
Father was a fighter too
The only way to jump the queue
Boxing clevertimes were tough
But will that ever be enough?
Youร‚ยดd never find room to find his feet
To walk out of these avenues
Their pockets are lined with promises
When did they promise ever pay for shoes?
When did they promise ever pay for shoes?

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