One poor sad old man
Trying to say what's already been said
Sweeping out the gutters after serving people supper
This old man he got his wise beyond years
His old head bleeds out some blind man's tears
Two varicose cold women
Screaming through the night about the daylight
Sipping gin and ginger while their kiddies missing dinner
Those old crones know that there's no good fears
They're bending over backwards drinking up
A blind man's tears