Life Full of Pain - Fiddler's Green

He had a life full of pain, lived a life full of hope

Stayed in bars drinking jars of Irish whiskey on the run

In a world full of tears, in a world of mistrust

He just lived on borrowed time and wasted all these precious years

Another day of agony, another night in hell

He hit the bottom of the barrel, saced by the bell

They grabbed him, they punched him, they slapped him in the face

He stumbled, he tumbled, he felt like a disgrace

A dirty shirt, a lousy cap, oh, what an ugly sight

No money in his pockets, all stolen in a fight

His memory lapsed on his way to Portobello Lane

He stuttered, he uttered, he crawled through the rain

A bloody nose, blind in one eye, with demons in his head

Beggars can’t be chosen, he’s completely in the red

He drew a blank, went down the drain, was down in the dumps

The cards were stocked against him, lost all his bloody trumps

…such a shame!

…down the drain!

…what a game!

…a bloody game!