I heard it said you had come back from the dead you were playing so fine, scooping up the soul of the wine now courage my boy when they look you in the eye try not to look too scummy
if you need some money (and you want their money)
Now I know This ain´t no happy place to be There´s nothing nice around me There´s nothing nice about me and (almost) everyone agrees,
About what´s won in a year from here, my friend (and what a hell of a year it´s been, my friend) promises promises You´ve heard it all before
but nobody ever, ever get me more
oh yes, courage my boy When you look them in the eye
that they laugh if they try to be funny
all along, ohhhhh belong you´re still my son and coin my words oh its absurd how you get so verry old man typical tan took me in hand to the old land oh