The View - The Don

Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority
Oh what a soft touch of a boy
Hed wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self
Visions to his self
Wed talk of treasures, and over-rated games
Wed steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmys way.
What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone,
Sitting all alone
Pondering times of sanctuary
He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E
Invested life in medicine, had so much shit going on.
Convinced hed never win. Convinced he was a sin.
Wed speak of women and cheaper carryouts
Wed turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts,
What we love the most of all was sittin at the shop, while this young boy was sittin all alone,
Sittin all alone
Wed talk of treasures and overrated games
Wed steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmys way.
What we loved most of all, was sitting at the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone,
Sittin all alone
He couldnt find none of his own kind, he didnt have none of his own kind
You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his money and time
What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop
What we loved most was sitting round the shop
What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop,
What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone