作词 : Watt
Narrow streets breed narrow minds and 
Care for king but not for kind 
It´s a short hop to a long weekend when every move you apreehend 
You´ll never find room to find your feet to walk out of this avenue 
Your pockets are lined with promises when did a promise ever pay for shoes? 
Counting coal trucks by the line and raise your glasses one more time ´
Cause Billy has gone off to war 
And God knows what he´s fighting for 
But wartime will make him a man 
Work that no one see, if you can 
A hero´s grave is 6 feet deep not 
Room enough for all his plans. 
She can scrub the step but if he´ll never gleam 
If he did she´d smash the dream 
And they´ve held the world too long 
But dreams are what you wake up from 
Father was a fighter too 
The only way to jump the queue 
Boxing clever, times were tough 
But will that ever be enough? 
You´d never find room to find his feet 
To walk out of these avenues 
Their pockets are lined with promises 
When did a promise ever pay for shoes? 
When did a promise ever pay for shoes?