Текст песни Israelites - Madness
Poor
me,
Israelites
I
get
up
in
the
morning
slaving
for
bread,
sir
So
that
every
mouth
can
be
fed
Poor
me,
Israelites
My
wife
and
my
kids
they
packed
up
and
leave
me
Darling,
she
said,
I
was
yours
to
be
seen
Poor
me,
Israelites
Well,
shirt
them
a
tear-up,
trousers
are
gone
I
don't
want
to
end
up
like
Bonnie
and
Clyde
Poor
me,
Israelites
And
after
a
storm
there
must
be
a
calm
They
catch
me
in
your
farm,
you
sound
your
alarm
Poor
me,
Israelites
I
get
up
in
the
morning
slaving
for
bread,
sir
So
that
every
mouth
can
be
fed
Poor
me,
Israelites
My
wife
and
my
kids
they
packed
up
and
leave
me
Darling,
she
said,
I
was
yours
to
be
seen
Poor
me,
Israelites
Shirt
them
a
tear-up,
trousers
are
gone
I
don't
want
to
end
up
like
Bonnie
and
Clyde
Poor
me,
Israelites
Poor
me,
Israelites
Poor
me,
Israelites
Poor
me,
Israelites
Poor
me,
Israelites
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