Lyrics

There's a bust of General Franco in the corner And the bible lies unopened on the floor A veteran with broken feet will counsel to the blind As the smell of petrol floods in from the car outside the door The old glass eye has had it's day by Christmas And there's talk of death in soft familiar lies A monopoly on faded hope Illnesses and pain The wet behind the ears just cannot fill The shoes that size So keep on hoppin' Littlе stunted arms and legs Out in the big widе world Keep hoppin' Waiting for the day to dawn and fate to cast the die