‘til The Cows Come Home (Letra)
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
