Sandy Three

Never one to search for gain, every track burnt, don't you ever feel the pain, or get sore, forgetting what you learnt fixing a broken front door, no matter what it takes, you’re always present, to ungrateful ‘probates, fools sing for applause, get drunk like the wretched, you know the score, no need to remonstrate, to bring out your best, what a player you make, two and two make four, you scatter the difference, never ask for more, but when the night breaks, your poor investments, shatter and flake, what will you do then?