he sits in a room down the dead end street dirty old T-shirt sweating in the heat he's got no girl and no money for a drink no deeper way to sink no deeper way to sink
he was looking for a job, jobs are hard to find everyday the same things torture his mind built himself a world to leave those troubles behind I'm sorry that world isn't mine I'm sorry that world isn't mine
once we were friends but that is long ago in 1987 I decided to go I left him in his room down the dead end street now I've heard he's killed his his neighbours dog just to have a piece of meat
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