sure we'll manage somehow.

[avaciil]

Sure we’ll manage somehow.

Don’t go,

Jesus, don’t go.

High upon the gallows tree,

but we never get the nickel.

they’re all shitty

And who’s minding ye?

I’m was only jokin’, sir

drinks the dole money

Mam is desperate and has to beg…

with the whole world asleep

men will come take her away

If she had money

the gorgeous women with white teeth

I do believe,

no one has a care in the world.

They went forth to battle, but they always fell,

That thou art mine enemy,

‘Tis only a bit o’ poetry.