The Backyard Of My Life
Seven Dead Horses Down In The Doldrums
Hector is a bell boy at the corn mill hotel
Although he works his fingers to the bone
People don't treat him very well
Carrying luggage up twelve flights of stairs
Lives alone in a bed sit but nobody cares
Rosemary Celtic lady is a bar maid
Down at the red lion
She listens to lovelorn husbands
Whine about there wives
While they drink away there money
Noticing not that there wasting there lives
Somewhere there's seven dead horses
Down in the doldrums
Its a curious case full of conundrums
Life is a mystery pleasure pain and misery
After all nobody knows how its gonna be
Kathy is a waitress shes pretty clever and coy
Working at a greasy spoon
Her fiance is stationed over seas
But she hopes he will be back soon
He sends messages in bottles
All the way from Luxembourg
With poetry and promises of passion
He tells her how nobody could compare
James is a paper boy breaking his back
With a flat Tyre caught in the rain
He dreams of been a Hollywood star
But hes never one to complain
While hes filling out a crossword in the daily news
His pockets are empty and there's a hole in his shoes
Heaven knows how lucky he is cause
When you got nothing you got nothing to lose
Meanwhile hector is still hard at the grind
Doing volunteer work at a home for the blind
Donating all his clothes to charity
Proclaiming be the change that you want to see
Then its back on the late shift at the corn mill hotel
Where the customers are cruel
And they still don't treat him very well
Hes not so sure how much more he can take
Hes gone and lost his lighter on his cigarette break
By Keith Hagger