Twenty Things

He's got a fire in his belly I could never tell him I'm the one who's always getting the blame Now we have removed the bottle I'm teething and I'm tired Everything is just as it was, the same Everything is just as it was, the same A cravings quiet but it's plenty I stop and count to twenty Twenty of the worst things that I can think Twenty of the worst things that I can think Twenty of the worst things that I can think The playgrounds silent and it's empty The locals soon forget me I don't have the skill for playing your game The priest sings in the hope and ruin The drunkard starts to boo him Propping up the gossip and his good name Propping up the gossip and his good name The shame is awesome but its fleeting Gets seen to with a beating Half the clergy came to hear the man sing Half the clergy came to hear the man sing Half the clergy came to hear the man sing They're laying flowers by the bus stop Some poor old junkie's lucks up Took a man and woman on the same day His right leg shorter than the other The second eldest brother Goes to see his mother every Sunday Goes to see his mother every Sunday He wrote a song for Elvis Presley But Elvis never heard it Whistling an old tune as the bell rings Whistling an old tune as the bell rings Whistling an old tune as the bell rings He's got a fire in his belly I could never tell him I'm the one who's always getting the blame Now we have removed the bottle I'm teething and I'm tired Everything is just as it was, the same Everything is just as it was, the same A cravings quiet but it's plenty I stop and count to twenty Twenty of the worst things that I can think Twenty of the worst things that I can think Twenty of the worst things that I can think Twenty of the worst things that I can think Twenty of the worst things that I can think Twenty of the worst things that I can think Twenty of the worst things that I can think