Alex McMurray

yeah I trod the boards boys

I played The Dane

I fell on my sword

once in that Scottish Play

but you'll soon chew the bone boys

chew the bone from the gristle

and do it all for a man

who couldn't even whistle

I slept in the sandbags

I sang all day

I went on my gin jags

I missed all the matinees

And each hair that the ladies left

upon my stool

each went for a man who never

once danced or acted the fool

you’re just a pup

you wouldn't know

the heel upon your collar

punks like you aren't born

you’re minted just like silver dollars

they say ever show

every show’s got to close

one day you'll know

that you’re not what they paid to see

but it’s only a life, boys

a life that you chose

where you can be anything

even what your afraid to be

so you’re on your own boys

I'll ride the chisel

and do it all for a man

who never once danced or carried a tune

who never once dared to dream

so I’m going home

I’m going home