[00:00.00] 作词 : Watt
[00:35.28]Narrow streets breed narrow minds and
[00:38.85]Care for king but not for kind
[00:40.89]It´s a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend
[00:49.17]You´ll never find room to find your feet to walk out of this avenue
[00:56.19]Your pockets are lined with promises when did a promise ever pay for shoes?
[01:10.38]Counting coal trucks by the line and raise your glasses one more time ´
[01:17.31]Cause Billy has gone off to war
[01:20.94]And God knows what he´s fighting for
[01:25.29]But wartime will make him a man
[01:29.73]Work that no one see, if you can
[01:30.48]A hero´s grave is 6 feet deep not
[01:34.29]Room enough for all his plans.
[01:42.30]She can scrub the step but if he´ll never gleam
[01:46.62]If he did she´d smash the dream
[01:51.12]And they´ve held the world too long
[01:53.10]But dreams are what you wake up from
[01:54.54]Father was a fighter too
[02:06.48]The only way to jump the queue
[02:09.78]Boxing clever, times were tough
[02:16.62]But will that ever be enough?
[02:17.52]You´d never find room to find his feet
[02:20.07]To walk out of these avenues
[02:23.73]Their pockets are lined with promises
[02:26.67]When did a promise ever pay for shoes?
[02:33.57]When did a promise ever pay for shoes?

作词 : Watt
Narrow streets breed narrow minds and
Care for king but not for kind
It´s a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend
You´ll 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 ´
Cause Billy has gone off to war
And God knows what he´s fighting for
But wartime will make him a man
Work that no one see, if you can
A hero´s grave is 6 feet deep not
Room enough for all his plans.
She can scrub the step but if he´ll never gleam
If he did she´d smash the dream
And they´ve 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?
You´d 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?