The Best Man's Fall - The Trash Can Sinatras

Could I interest you in a little something special

Pay the earth but if you have no money

Your attention’ll do And if you don’t give a damn

You’re welcome to keep it It’s a hard road when you know where you’re going

And it’s harder when you know where you’re not

So I’ll stamp my clay feet till the staggering stops

But good God give me strength to face another lazy day of If I was a millionaire I’d be a million miles from here

Hands of the clock give me a round of applause

For getting out of bed and the scars of the night before

Have turned into scabs and still I’m seeing double

And I’m looking twice my age

It’s getting to the stage where

I’m old, not wise, just worried

And stories of rags to riches leave me in stitches

And with a thread that’s hard to follow

You came into my life like a brick through a window

And I cracked a smile

Who remembers the good old games

That seemed to fill our days

Like a kiss, cuddle and torture and

I-spy, SPIT in your eye

Those around me who came up trumps

Would always get down on their knees to brag