He had a life full of pain, lived a life full of hope Stayed in bars drinking jars of Irish whiskey on the run In a world full of tears, in a world of mistrust He just lived on borrowed time and wasted all these precious years
Another day of agony, another night in hell He hit the bottom of the barrel, saced by the bell They grabbed him, they punched him, they slapped him in the face He stumbled, he tumbled, he felt like a disgrace
A dirty shirt, a lousy cap, oh, what an ugly sight No money in his pockets, all stolen in a fight His memory lapsed on his way to Portobello Lane He stuttered, he uttered, he crawled through the rain
A bloody nose, blind in one eye, with demons in his head Beggars can't be chosen, he's completely in the red He drew a blank, went down the drain, was down in the dumps The cards were stocked against him, lost all his bloody trumps
...such a shame! ...down the drain! ...what a game! ...a bloody game!