Well I Kissed The Day, I Was On My Way

From Those Cold Gray Blocks Of Stone

For Seventeen Years Of Squalor Filled Tears

A Time Now With Innocence Lost

As The Sun Split The Room

With Its Rays Filled With Gloom

Turning All Hope To Despair

And The Only Thing Left

Was To Flee From The Nest

That Was Life In A Tenement Square



I Remember The Song Where The Rats Sang Along

And Danced For Their Daily Bread

While The Damp Washed The Walls

That Were Twenty Feet Tall

Not A Child In The House Was Fed

On The Porter Filled Face

Of The Men Left A Trace

Of The Coin They Had Already Spent

While Our Mothers Asked God

What Was Hell Ever For

When You Lived In A Tenement Square



Grab Whats Left Of The Coal

From The Old Cubbyhole

These Cinders Need More To Be A Fire

While The Ghosts Of The Soldiers

That Lived There Before Us

Laugh With Their Guns By Their Side

I Hear Them Laugh, With Their Guns By Their Side



Now Politicians They Dwell

In That Forgotten Hell

Our Misery Has Been Turned Into Muse

Where The Fat Of The Land

Now Hog, Hand-in-hand

A Crime Now Of Life Was Ever True

As The Sun Split The Room

With Its Rays Filled With Gloom

Turning All Hope To Despair

And The Only Thing Left

Was To Flee From The Nest

That Was Life In A Tenement Square