'Til The Cows Come Home Lyrics

Aren't you a skinny kid - just like his poppa
Where's he working? - he's not working
Thin as the smile I wear
Cold as the beaches you comb
Till the cows come home

Tell the truth again - tell the truth again
Near to the knuckle, near to the knuckle
Why're you laughing? - you call that laughing? Wearing your death's head grin - even the fishes are thin
When the boat comes in

Things are better now - things are better now
We've education
I doff my cap to a life that lets you
Dream a poor man's dream
But he can't have his coffee with cream
Till the cows come home

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