Poor Boy

Grandpa had to serve his homeland, back in the dusty days
He defused explosives, for a pack of smokes a day
One time a loaded hand grenade
Partly blew his hands away
Partly blew his hands away

He brought home the bacon, got a job at the light factory
Roaring took his hearing, the air confused his memory
Finally, at six on his last working day
He received a flowered plate
He received a flowered plate

Poor boy, there’s someone to love you, someone who cares
Poor boy, there’s someone who wants you, someone who wants to
Hold you tonight

The buildings of the factory, they tumble and fall down
The concrete walls and steel machines are razed to the ground
There’s only one sound that remains
A Southbound whistle on a Southbound train
A Southbound whistle on a Southbound train

Poor boy, there’s someone to love you, someone who cares
Poor boy, there’s someone who wants you, someone who wants to
Hold you tonight

Grandpa’s in a mansion, mostly dozing in his chair
If today the world should fall, he would not really care
One day he’ll flake down, count the score
Flake down and wake up nevermore
Flake down and wake up nevermore

Copyright © 2011 Zwaardvis / Talpa Publishing




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