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Last roads

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

Out there



Halfpenny moment

28-06-1914

3 foot ruler

ABANDONED

About Tomorrow

ABSURB

Acceptance

ACCESSORY

ACROSS THE LINE

ADVERSITY OF VANITY

AIMLESS

ALTERNATIVE BELFAST

AMERICAN DIPLOMACY

AND ALL THAT THERE

AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN

ANGELS

ANGELS CARING

ANGELS FALLING

ANNOYING SUCKER

ANYONE

AN INOFFENSIVE MAN

ART OF LIFE

ASKING A QUESTION

ASSUMPTION

AS WE CHOOSE

ATOMIC NUMBER (6}

ATTEN--SHUN

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Hi and hello. Just call me Joe.
I’m a bum with nowhere to go.
Those guys down at welfare call me a tramp.
If only they knew how I lost my home.
T'was no fault of mine.

Work dried up, I hadda go.
I couldn’t keep up payments.
So here I’m walking down a long lonely road.
Seems a long while since I had a job or a home.
Some folk quick to point and say 'look there’s a tramp'.

Well, if a tramp means walking down this cheerless road.
then that’s what I am through no fault of my own.
Have a bottle of hooch to keep me warm.
I reckon on it being a long road with nowhere to go.

I look back at the years spent working and caring.
Don’t matter now.
Just call me Joe.
I’m a bum and a tramp with nowhere to go.
Shelters all closed by the government.

You’re lucky if you have a place to lay your head.
Hard time’s ahead.
Gotta keep on, keeping on.
If you call me a tramp,
I’ll say no. The names Joe,
I've nowhere to go.







BUMMED OUT


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