Original lyrics
ENRolling in the subway while they're waiting for the cab
I see the tough pikeys, I'm following their steps
Carrying one dead body and gold in a leather suitcase
The sight of born killers, the only family I have faith
I ain't no money, I ain't no bread for… (breath Lord…)
I ain't no lies, but I don't give in
But I don't give up of living now
I wanna have some fun, we're all stuck in this old town
Prepare all the guns, polish your shoes to knock it out
Irish burning fingers ready to pull the trigger
While they keep heading north I have a reason to be around
I ain't no money, I ain't no bread for… (breath Lord…)
I ain't no lies, but I don't give in
But I don't give up of living now
