Lyrics
Now
I
have
a
pipe
full
of
coins
And
above
it
hangs
a
picture
of
my
brother
and
sister
There's
beer
running
down
the
floorboards
And
the
stench
of
a
couple
of
days
Since
the
death
of
another
winter,
ah
Now
I
don't
want
to
be
bound
up
like
books
Don't
want
to
be
an
ornament
of
the
place
They
bound
up
like
books
Don't
want
to
be
a
picture
frame
Now
I
saw
the
things
Some
of
which
they
hadn't
seen
Since
the
border
started
things
in
1980
something
If
only
their
place
Had
a
little
more
space
and
a
little
less
waste
That'd
be
then
something
If
only
their
house
Like
those
in
the
books
If
only
their
cupboards
Looked
like
mother-hubbard's
I
don't
want
to
be
bound
up
like
books
I
don't
want
to
be
an
ornament
of
the
place
They
bound
up
like
books
Don't
want
to
be
a
picture
frame
No
book
is
missed
out
when
I'm
reading
No
cup
and
no
plate
are
missed
out
So
everything
is
eaten
I
had
a
face,
not
a
place
No
pictures
on
walls,
just
a
house
with
vases
Letting
fishes
on
walls
And
a
friendly
old
person
Who'd
walk
into
the
cave
Who'd
let
out
a
cry
Now
I
have
a
pipe
full
of
coins
And
above
it
hangs
a
picture
of
my
brother
and
sister
There's
beer
running
down
the
floorboards
And
the
stench
of
a
couple
of
days
since
the
death
of
another
winter
Bound
up
like
books
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