'Til The Cows Come Home Songtext / Lyric

Aren't you a skinny kid - just like his poppa

Where's he working? - he's not working

Thin as the smile I wear

Cold as the beaches you comb

Till the cows come home






Tell the truth again - tell the truth again

Near to the knuckle, near to the knuckle

Why're you laughing? - you call that laughing?



Wearing your death's head grin - even the fishes are thin

When the boat comes in



Things are better now - things are better now

We've education

I doff my cap to a life that lets you

Dream a poor man's dream

But he can't have his coffee with cream

Till the cows come home