Bag Of Snout

Not much left, he don’t shed a tear
No bread and soup to bring him cheer
There’s no more coal and the fires out
But he’ll find coin for a bag of snout.

No bus, no train to take him far
Got no need for no costly car
The carpet and chairs are all worn out
But he’ll find coin for a bag of snout.

Shoes have holes and the souls are bare
Pants aint clean, but he don’t care
Don’t comb his bonce, it’ll just fall out
But he’ll find coin for a bag of snout.

Sold his medals long ago
Got thirty quid, not much to show
Drank whisky till it all ran out
Just saved some coin for a bag of snout.

When Molly lived, she’d have told him off
Got some jollop for his nasty cough
Kissed his lips with her lovely pout
Took away the coin for his bag of snout

But, the rents not paid and the bailiffs here
Threatening to take away his gear
What the fuck, he don’t scream and shout
He’ll just find some coin for a bag of snout.

Three months later and he's sleeping rough
Goes to sleep, bodies had enough
He meets his maker as his life fades out
"Welcome Bill, have a bag of snout."