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The Crock Of Gold - The Tossers
We'll live out our lives on this dirty old street
Only because we just can't compete
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 offspring 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
We're alive
We're alive
We're alive
We're 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
