Narrow streets breed narrow minds and
Care for king but not for kind
ItВґs a short hop to a long weekend
when every move you apreehend
YouВґll never find room to find your feet
to walk out of this avenue
Your pockets are lined with promises
when did a promise ever pay for shoes?
Counting coal trucks by the line and
raise your glasses one more time
ВґCause Billy has gone off to war
And God knows what heВґs fighting for
But wartime will make him a man
Work that no one see, if you can
A heroВґs grave is 6 feet deep not
Room enough for all his plans.
She can scrub the step but if heВґll never gleam
If he did sheВґd smash the dream
And theyВґve held the world too long
But dreams are what you wake up from
Father was a fighter too
The only way to jump the queue
Boxing clever, times were tough
But will that ever be enough?
YouВґd never find room to find his feet
To walk out of these avenues
Their pockets are lined with promises
When did a promise ever pay for shoes?
When did a promise ever pay for shoes?