歌曲名 The Crock Of Gold

歌手名 The Tossers

作词：Dan Shaw/Aaron Duggins/Clay Hanson/Mike Pawula/Rebecca Brooke/Anthony Broderick/Anthony Duggins

We'll live out our lives on this dirty old street

Only because we just can't compete

作曲：Dan Shaw/Aaron Duggins/Clay Hanson/Mike Pawula/Rebecca Brooke/Anthony Broderick/Anthony Duggins

But in the concrete in our younger days

We left our names

Our names

Just like the people before

when they reached

The distant shore with their drink and their dance

And their dreams and sincere aims

All ghosts long gone through old buildings they stare

With their off spring staring at me for they are still there

Dreams that are dead and lives not realized

But why did we write our names in these streets

To show we're alive

alive

alive

alive

alive

Well Chicago is my home and I'll never want to roam

To live on any sun swept distant shore

Well it is where I was reared by forbearers so revered

And I sing the songs that they all sang before

Well any woman that's neared me

Has been repelled most thoroughly

Still I'm a lover

God I am foremost of all

A musician that's my call of high degree professional

But I'm afraid I do not know my trade at all

And if it's every twenty years

Some small relief to me appears

Then the crock of gold will wait until that day

To defend myself no more

Lay the shield of anger at my door

And the sword of alcohol will stow away

All the young people in our town are overworked

And broken down

Begging cheques but it's just not enough they're giving

Crying quietly living life so desperately

That something has to make this life worth living

Real life is only a timeline

And the excitement holds the short times

It will never measure up to what T V sells as great

All the drunken jokes and views

Exciting pubs they tell the news

But the exciting pats well

They just weren't all that great

And if it's every twenty years

Some small relief to me appears

Then the crock of gold will wait until that day

To defend myself no more

Lay the shield of anger at my door

And the sword of alcohol will stow away

Go

Well I met a girl one night

And enchantment fixed our sight

So we decided we would hold it for awhile

Oh but she would not love me

So inside me finally

I said It's not your fault

But I would like love if only for a while

Well it's on and on I've seen

Yeah that's how it's always been

And how it will be as ever on I go

Oh but ever on I will

Through all the banal times until I find some

Place to me that seems like home

Oh and if it's every twenty years

Some small relief to me appears

Then the crock of gold will wait until that day

To defend myself no more

Lay the shield of anger at my door

And the sword of alcohol will stow away

Oh and if it's every twenty years

Some small relief to me appears

Then the crock of gold will wait until that day

To defend myself no more

Lay the shield of anger at my door

And the sword of alcohol will stow away