The O’Reillys and the Paddyhats - The Boxer lyrics
[The O’Reillys and the Paddyhats - The Boxer lyrics]
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for
A pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the
Railway station, running scared, laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
La la la lie
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job but I get no offers
Just a come-on from the
Whores on Seventh Avenue i do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there, ooh lalalalalala
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
La la la lie
And I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City
Winters aren't bleeding me leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
La la la lie