Текст песни
Well
they
crowned
me
with
thorns
on
the
day
I
was
born
By
the
light
of
a
cold
television
And
I
remember
the
bars
on
his
uniform
As
he
marched
from
the
field
of
vision
Well
he
didn't
come
home,
it
was
just
us
alone
The
brat
and
the
widowed
civilian
Then
one
April
night
after
Ma
took
her
life
I
fell
down
the
street
to
oblivion
And
I
took
what
the
dumpsters
were
giving
And
I
did
my
best
to
survive
'Cause
I
figured
that
life's
for
the
living
While
you're
alive
While
you're
alive
Bring
out
the
gin
and
the
small
violins
I'm
a
raging
success
as
a
failure
And
it's
colder
than
hell
in
this
cardboard
hotel
Which
I
share
with
a
chronic
embezzler
So
I
beat
my
retreat
down
Callister
Street
To
one
of
the
holy
places
And
they've
tangled
my
wings
with
wire
and
string
And
I'm
spinning
in
a
whirlpool
of
faces
And
I'll
take
what
the
dumpsters
are
giving
And
I'll
do
my
best
to
survive
'Cause
I
still
think
that
life's
for
the
living
Yes
I
still
think
that
life's
for
the
living
And
I'll
take
what
the
dumpsters
are
giving
And
I'll
pray
every
night
to
Saint
Giles
But
I
still
think
that
life's
for
the
living
At
least
for
a
while
At
least
for
a
while
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