I think a bloody wracked might soon begin. I must have said something. To the George Street queen. The boys are joining in. So I drank all of my money and I slept out in the rain.
Every day is different but the night are all the same.
You never see the sun. On the old black rum. But you know I'm gonna do it again. And I care about no-one, because I believe, There's nobody cares about me. The other day the old landlord came by for his rent, I told him no money I had, Besides twasn't fair for to ask me to pay, The times being so terribly bad.