Poor Boy

Grandpa had to serve his homeland
Back in the dusty days
He defused explosives
For a pack of smokes a day
One time a live hand grenade
Partly blew his hands away
Partly blew his hands away

He brought home the bacon
Got a job at the light factory
Roaring took his hearing
The air confused his memory
Finally, at six on his last working day
He received a flowered plate
He received a flowered plate

Poor boy
There’s someone to love you
Someone who cares
Poor boy
There’s someone who wants you
Someone who wants to
Hold you tonight

The buildings of the factory
They tumble and fall down
The concrete walls and steel machines
Are razed to the ground
There’s only one sound that remains
A Southbound whistle on a Southbound train
A Southbound whistle on a Southbound train

Poor boy
There’s someone to love you
Someone who cares
Poor boy
There’s someone who wants you
Someone who wants to
Hold you tonight

Grandpa’s in a mansion now
Mostly dozing in his chair
If today the world should fall
He would not really care
One day he’ll flake down
Count the score
Flake down and wake up nevermore
Flake down and wake up nevermore

© 2010