Текст песни
The
clatter
of
the
garbage
cans
in
the
dark
and
lonely
alley
Searching
for
a
bottle
with
a
drop
or
two
of
wine
The
wino
makes
his
rounds
from
garbage
cans
to
gutter
Running
like
a
wild
man
to
every
bottle
that
he
finds
The
wine
makes
him
happy
for
a
little
while
but
this
world
of
fantasy
don't
last
long
Then
his
frail
lonely
body
seeks
refuge
but
he's
lost
in
a
world
of
his
own
What
would
cause
a
man
to
give
up
everything
life
has
to
offer
And
end
up
with
no
family
no
home
no
nothing
Sleeping
on
the
ground
in
some
fifty
alley
Holding
tight
in
his
hand
an
empty
wine
bottle
In
his
eyes
a
look
of
sadness
as
though
he's
just
seen
the
gates
of
hell
Could
it
be
that
he's
loved
and
lost
or
could
it
be
that
he
was
lost
and
unloved
Whatever
it
might
be
it's
a
pitiful
sight
to
see
a
man
knows
only
as
a
wino
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