Hobson's Choice

You're Not Singing Anymore

You said it was easy, no questions at all
Songs of the past, you're not singing anymore

Bairns O’ Gaza

He met my eyes and hit me for a quid

"It's my lousy memory" I told the Kid 
"What other men forget I still remember 
The flies are still alive inside the amber
It's a garbage can with rubbish for a lid"

And if we're lucky we'll be finished by dawn

And though I am a singer of soul
Sometimes my brothers are breakers of bones
Will they crown me King
In a limestone ring
Or are they coming for to carry me home

We reach the horizon, and sail over the edge

Father's Song

Stop crying now, let daddy dry your tears

There's no bogeyman to get you, never fear

There's no ogres, wicked witches

Only greedy sons-of-bitches

Who are waiting to exploit your life away