Scotch Corner (2007 Remastered Version)

See them in the road house Drifting out of sight And taking voice of happiest days Wounded through the night Some look for silence Somewhere to hide Some take the chances To single sight This man look like a turtle That life had worn to bits His eyes were full of wisdom For his mind was full of shit God gave him nothing Just let it die The pockets are empty Something inside It's good to see a human Too glad to be afraid Between the nights efficient And truck with steady rate All lips are scarlet All hair is tied My love has sorrow I know she tried Remember sons of poverty That turns the frame for friends That can't be heard by Anyone at all Come take us angels Who care them all God made us care us Two hearts of gold