Song Lyrics
Go on my dear,
Go and give it to your own.
I know this is tirering, but in a few miles we will be there.
Please let it be so, they are all there waiting for you.
And I pledge you now, in a puff of haze it will all be done and you will take a
rest.
And if a broken piece of pound sterling
comes our way
Then we won’t have to worry
about the bills.
and we won’t have to worry on how to feed the children
at least for now
at least for now
Touch your wrist
Feel your blood flowing as your folds flee
There is only one way now