6.The Don
Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain
authority
Oh what a soft touch of a boy
He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
Visions to his self
We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round
Jimmy's way.
What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while
this poor boy was sitting all alone,
Sitting all alone
Pondering times of sanctuary
He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E
Invested life in medicine, had so much shit going on.
Convinced he'd never win. Convinced he was a sin.
We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts
We'd turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the
touts,
What we love the most of all was sittin' at the shop, while this
young boy was sittin' all alone,
Sittin' all alone
We'd talk of treasures and overrated games
We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round
Jimmy's way.
What we loved most of all, was sitting at the shop, while this
poor boy was sitting all alone,
Sittin' all alone
He couldn't find none of his own kind, he didn't have none of
his own kind
You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time
wastin all his money and time
What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop
What we loved most was sitting round the shop
What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop,
What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was
all alone
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