Fullhouse
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell
I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song?
To all those little girls and boys
Sometimes I wake up in the morni
Doesn't It Make You Sick (Mortar and Brick)
Heart beat low heat no heat at all Question unanswered and I recall Haves that have no qualms what arses they lick in taking their pick) Doesn't It make you sick
One day Tuesday three days Or more Looked for a job saw one framed in a store Rushed into buy it but I was too quick Doesn't it make you sick At no time in my mind are Wheelchairs inept Governments tell you with charm When faced with a stairway here's what they advice Just walk with it under your arm
Who are what are where are the few Always it's arabs hated by jews Bombing your neighbor with mortar and brick Doesn't it make you sick
At no time in my mind are Wheelchairs inept Governments tell you with charm When faced with a stairway here's their advise Just walk with it under your arm
No doubt sauerkraut is a racist remark So to is Blackpool long after dark Have nots deprived of their mortar and brick Doesn't it make you sick Doesn't it make you sick
And suppose If I'm a atheist It's God I'll thank