Lyric Til The Cows Come Home

Aren t you a skinny kid - Just like his poppa
Where s he working ? - He s not working
Thin as the smile I wear
Cold as the beaches you comb
Till the cows come home

Tell the truth again - Tell the truth again
Near to the knuckle, near to the knuckle
Why re you laughing ? - You call that laughing ?
Wearing your death s head grin - Even the fishes are thin
When the boat comes in

Things are better now - Things are better now
We ve education
I doff my cap to a life that lets you
Dream a poor man s dream
But he can t have his coffee with cream
Till the cows come home