A child is born to a welfare
case
Where the rats run around
like they own the place
The room is chilly, the building
is old
That's how it goes
The doctor's found on his
welfare round
And he comes and he leaves
on the double
Deck The Halls was the song
they played
In the flat next door where
they shout all day
She tips her gin bottle back
till it's gone
The child is strong
A week, a day, they will take
it away
For they know about all her
bad habits
Christmas dawns and the snow
lets up
And the sun hits the handle
of her heirloom cup
She hides her face in her
hands for a while
Says look here child
Your father's pride was his
means to provide
And he's servin' three years
for that reason
Rows of lights in a circle
of steel
Where you place your bets
on a great big wheel
High windows flickerin' down
through the snow
A time you know
Sights and sounds of the people
goin' 'round
Everybody's in step with the
season
Marco Giunco |
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