Aren't you a skinny kid just like his poppa. Where's he working? He's not working. Thin as the smile I wear. Cold as the beaches you comb. Till the cows come home. Tell the truth again tell the truth again. Near to the knuckle near to the knuckle. Why're you laughing? You call that laughing?. Wearing your death's head grin. Even the fishes are thin. When the boat comes in. Things are better now things are better now we've education. I doff my cap to a life that lets you. Dream a poor man's dream. But he can't have his coffee with cream. Till the cows come home. Till the cows come home. Till the cows come home. Till the cows come home. Till the cows come home