rise and curse to begin the day.
beg borrow or steal in every way.
i'd rather be asleep and poor and not earning money.
i'd rather be back in london; it's my milk and honey.
it's easy to get lost in a big town.
easy to stick out in a small one.
my gender is none of your business; you frown.
reach for my revolver and run.
you live and learn you borrow, you earn.
beg borrow steal and turn.
i'd rather be alone and happy.
not living here tired and sappy.
i'd rather be back in the big city;
small boy in a big town.
where i'd go unnoticed and blissfully unaware.
a loner at heart, happy, without a care.
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