yeah I trod
the boards boys
I played The Dane
I fell on my sword
once in that Scottish Play
but you'll soon chew the bone boys
chew the bone from the gristle
and do it all for a man
who couldn't even whistle
I slept in the sandbags
I sang all day
I went on my gin jags
I missed all the matinees
And each hair that the ladies left
upon my stool
each went for a man who never
once danced or acted the fool
listen.
youre just a pup
you wouldn't know
the heel upon your collar
punks like you aren't born
youre minted just like silver dollars
they say ever show
every shows got to close
one day you'll know
that youre not what they paid to see
but its only a life, boys
a life that you chose
where you can be anything
even what your afraid to be
so youre on your own boys
I'll ride the chisel
and do it all for a man
who never once danced or carried a tune
who never once dared to dream
so Im going home
Im going home
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