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  • 作词 : Watt
    Narrow streets breed narrow minds and
    Care for king but not for kind
    It´s a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend
    You´ll never find room to find your feet to walk out of this avenue
    Your pockets are lined with promises when did a promise ever pay for shoes?
    Counting coal trucks by the line and raise your glasses one more time ´
    Cause Billy has gone off to war
    And God knows what he´s fighting for
    But wartime will make him a man
    Work that no one see, if you can
    A hero´s grave is 6 feet deep not
    Room enough for all his plans.
    She can scrub the step but if he´ll never gleam
    If he did she´d smash the dream
    And they´ve 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 clever, times were tough
    But will that ever be enough?
    You´d never find room to find his feet
    To walk out of these avenues
    Their pockets are lined with promises
    When did a promise ever pay for shoes?
    When did a promise ever pay for shoes?
  • 作词 : Watt
    Narrow streets breed narrow minds and
    Care for king but not for kind
    It´s a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend
    You´ll never find room to find your feet to walk out of this avenue
    Your pockets are lined with promises when did a promise ever pay for shoes?
    Counting coal trucks by the line and raise your glasses one more time ´
    Cause Billy has gone off to war
    And God knows what he´s fighting for
    But wartime will make him a man
    Work that no one see, if you can
    A hero´s grave is 6 feet deep not
    Room enough for all his plans.
    She can scrub the step but if he´ll never gleam
    If he did she´d smash the dream
    And they´ve 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 clever, times were tough
    But will that ever be enough?
    You´d never find room to find his feet
    To walk out of these avenues
    Their pockets are lined with promises
    When did a promise ever pay for shoes?
    When did a promise ever pay for shoes?