'Til the Cows Come Home

Aren’t you a skinny kid — just like his poppa
Where’s he working? — he's not working
Thin as the smile I wear
Cold as the beaches you comb
Till the cows come home
Tell the truth again — tell the truth again
Near to the knuckle, near to the knuckle
Why’re you laughing? — you call that laughing?
Wearing your death’s head grin — even the fishes are thin
When the boat comes in
Things are better now — things are better now
We’ve education
I doff my cap to a life that lets you
Dream a poor man’s dream
But he can’t have his coffee with cream
Till the cows come home