
Lyrics to The Making Of A Bum
I suppose there's an ounce of proof in the plan
When side by side are the lion, the lamb,
Drawn into step by the military band
You're a long time alive
Though it's not what they say.
You can't hear the bleat for the rattling roar,
And nobody sees you anymore.
I suppose I must sidle, and come on like a ghoul,
Remember the leper of the primary school?
Out in the alleyway leering like a fool
You're a long time alive
Though it's not what they say.
The laughter you fake and the liberties take
When nobody sees you anymore.
I suppose I should've listened when the older one told me,
There's more to this living than drinking your hold
As we sat in the bowels of The Loughrey unfolding
He told me for a seven, he told me â??Anyway, you're a long time alive, and for that you must pay.â?
In my soft drunk shoe, all my pennies were through,
And nobody sees you anymore.
When side by side are the lion, the lamb,
Drawn into step by the military band
You're a long time alive
Though it's not what they say.
You can't hear the bleat for the rattling roar,
And nobody sees you anymore.
I suppose I must sidle, and come on like a ghoul,
Remember the leper of the primary school?
Out in the alleyway leering like a fool
You're a long time alive
Though it's not what they say.
The laughter you fake and the liberties take
When nobody sees you anymore.
I suppose I should've listened when the older one told me,
There's more to this living than drinking your hold
As we sat in the bowels of The Loughrey unfolding
He told me for a seven, he told me â??Anyway, you're a long time alive, and for that you must pay.â?
In my soft drunk shoe, all my pennies were through,
And nobody sees you anymore.
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