One dozen white ones
They all go to
I get cold shoulders
And I go to sleep
One would have given the lazy eye
Falling drunken, deaf and blind
Meeting decent people
Run for me and I'm dead again
One dozen white ones
I'm poisoned too late
The ocean calls me
And I go to sleep
After the goldrush everything is great
Nothing ...
Meeting decent people
Run for me and I'll whisper in your day
I'm only too glad
You've finally come here
Your eyes blue
And they're bleeding clean ..