The Comeback - The Real McKenzies

The basement’s been cleared

Out of shit you haven’t looked at for years

Packaged and taped

For a yardsale display

The people dismount

To crawl over your discarded crowns

The bills in their eyes

Make it easier to kiss them goodbyes

The public fountain has been sucked bone dry

Trade in their wealth for lackluster price

How do you sleep at night

Don’t think we don’t know

That you leave but still you won’t go

Cashgrab for the cunts

Farewells should be once

You don’t see us lay

Down our tartans anything today

The punkers lament

Just to pay your own rent

The public fountain has been sucked bone dry

Trade in their wealth for lackluster price

How do you sleep at night

The years have been kind

Like a fine glass of wine

We give all that we got

Even when out of scotch

From silver to gold

We will never grow old

The choir will sing

Till she carries us home

The choir will sing

Till she carries us home