The Sad Bastard Book Club - The Choir of Knives Must Sing For Its Supper | Текст песни

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Randy was abandoned when he was young
Angela was cast out of a careless home
Marcus knew what it meant to survive
He knew you didn't own your life, it was only on loan
They knew that the choir of knives must sing for its supper
They thought themselves war orphans
Dumpster babies, throw aways
Dickensian cut pockets and cherub faced theives
The truth was less glamorous as usually is the way
They were hungry, homeless, and huddled against the freeze
They joked that the choir of knives must sing for its supper
Randy caught pneumonia at the tail end of December
Without a doctors care this family would lose a member
They feared that they choir of knives must sing for its supper
Coughs racked his body and desperation grew
Marcus only wanted to help his friend so it became true
That the choir of knives must sing for its supper

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