Songtext von Photographs

Take all these photographs and throw them away I'm not half the man that I was back in the day And when you see me comin' Stow everything dear I'll steal your melody, your women, and your last glass of beer When I'm covered with wretchedness In the cold of the morning When I'm rent-sick and back-washed In the light of no glory When there's no way left to borrow Drink or get stoned I'll sing the last thing they gave me When I still lived at home. Female: Sing to me papa, For you see I'm cryin' Let the birds of my agony Fly me away Sing to me sweetly I'm listenin' I'm listenin' And in the morning let me wake with you again.