Gaoler’s Daughter - Cuddling a Cigarette | Текст песни

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Yes it’s hard times,
No-one’s giving nothing,
hard times,
no-one’s getting nothing.
We’re all trying just to take a little,
but the bottom fell out,
the top and the middle.
It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette,
but I found her,
cuddling a cigarette.

Roof’s a-leakin’,
it’s coming through the ceiling.
Paint’s a-peelin’,
can hear my coffin sealing.
Sold my car just to buy some fuel,
Sold my kids just to buy them gruel.
It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette,
but I found her,
cuddling a cigarette.

Holes in my soles;
yeah they’re getting old.
Holes in my clothes,
letting in the cold,
shave my beard with a butcher’s knife:
I’m really not that fussed with life.
It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette,
but I found her,
cuddling a cigarette.

I’ve got plans,
Yeah I’ve got dreams,
of my pockets,
bursting at the seams.
Money’s like the cells inside:
you need some in order to multiply.
It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette,
but I found her,
cuddling a cigarette.

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