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
O Don
Pensando em poemas de pobreza
Sentado com o pulso apertado, pensando em como ganhar autoridade
Oh, que toque suave de um garoto
Ele vagava com orgulho para vender e guardar visões para si mesmo
Visões para si mesmo
Falávamos de tesouros e jogos superestimados
Roubávamos as garrafas de leite, esgueirando-nos pelo fundo, pelo caminho do Jimmy.
O que mais amávamos era ficar na loja, enquanto esse pobre garoto estava sentado sozinho,
Sentado sozinho
Refletindo sobre tempos de refúgio
Ele estava sentado fazendo suas aulas de piano, nós estávamos em meio a um E
Investiu a vida na medicina, tinha tanta merda acontecendo.
Convencido de que nunca venceria. Convencido de que era um pecado.
Falávamos de mulheres e de comidas baratas
Aparecíamos em todos os festivais, tentando derrubar os cambistas,
O que mais amávamos era ficar na loja, enquanto esse jovem garoto estava sentado sozinho,
Sentado sozinho
Falávamos de tesouros e jogos superestimados
Roubávamos as garrafas de leite, esgueirando-nos pelo fundo, pelo caminho do Jimmy.
O que mais amávamos era ficar na loja, enquanto esse pobre garoto estava sentado sozinho,
Sentado sozinho
Ele não conseguia encontrar ninguém igual a ele, não tinha ninguém igual a ele
Você deveria se interessar pela mente dele, não passar todo o tempo desperdiçando seu dinheiro e tempo
O que mais amávamos era ficar na loja
O que mais amávamos era sentar na loja
O que mais amávamos era ficar na loja Dryburgh,
O que mais amávamos era ficar na loja enquanto ele estava sozinho