Hard Luck Stories

Dossing out in Waverley, six days of the week
Friday nights and sunny days, lie down in a street
With your hundred forty proof Bel Air
Tucked inside your coat
Singing songs about the war
Looks like you missed the boat

Don't like your hard luck stories
Hate your hard luck stories

"Bridge Too Far" - you tell us all they were all your friends
Now they're dead, but some like you are registered in beds
Telling of experiences
Fighting for your life
Now you scan the floor for dog-ends
Just to stay alive

Don't like your hard luck stories
Hate your hard luck stories



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