The View - The Don lyrics
[The View - The Don lyrics]
Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist
Thinking how to gain authority
Oh, what a soft touch of a boy
He'd wander with pride to sell and
Keep visions to his self visions to his self
We'd talk of treasures and over rated games
We'd steal the milk bottles
Sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way
What we loved most of all
Was sitting round the shop
While this poor boy was sitting all alone
Sitting all alone
Pondering times of sanctuary
He was sitting taking his piano lessons
We were on half an E
Invested life in medicine, which isn't
The wisest way to go
Had so much shit going on
Convinced he'd never win
Convinced he was a sin
We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts
We'd turn up to all the festivals
Trying to bring down the touts
What we love the most of all
Was sittin' at the shop
While this young boy was sittin' all alone
Sittin' all alone
We'd talk of treasures and overrated games
We'd steal the milk bottles
Sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way
What we loved most of all
Was hanging round the shop
While this poor boy was sitting all alone
Sittin' all alone
He couldn't find none of his own kind
He didn't have none of his own kind
You should take interest in his mind
Not spend all of his time wastin
All his money and his time
Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist
Thinking how to gain authority
Oh, what a soft touch of a don
He'd wander with pride to sell and
Keep visions to his self visions to his self
We'd talk of treasures and overrated games
We'd steal the milk bottles
Sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way
What we loved most of all
Was hanging round the shop
While this poor boy was sitting all alone
Sittin' all alone
What we loved most of all
Was hanging round the shop
What we loved most was sitting round the shop
What we loved most was standing
At the Dryburgh shop
What we loved the most was hanging round
The shop while he was all alone
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist
Thinking how to gain authority
Oh, what a soft touch of a boy
He'd wander with pride to sell and
Keep visions to his self visions to his self
We'd talk of treasures and over rated games
We'd steal the milk bottles
Sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way
What we loved most of all
Was sitting round the shop
While this poor boy was sitting all alone
Sitting all alone
Pondering times of sanctuary
He was sitting taking his piano lessons
We were on half an E
Invested life in medicine, which isn't
The wisest way to go
Had so much shit going on
Convinced he'd never win
Convinced he was a sin
We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts
We'd turn up to all the festivals
Trying to bring down the touts
What we love the most of all
Was sittin' at the shop
While this young boy was sittin' all alone
Sittin' all alone
We'd talk of treasures and overrated games
We'd steal the milk bottles
Sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way
What we loved most of all
Was hanging round the shop
While this poor boy was sitting all alone
Sittin' all alone
He couldn't find none of his own kind
He didn't have none of his own kind
You should take interest in his mind
Not spend all of his time wastin
All his money and his time
Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist
Thinking how to gain authority
Oh, what a soft touch of a don
He'd wander with pride to sell and
Keep visions to his self visions to his self
We'd talk of treasures and overrated games
We'd steal the milk bottles
Sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way
What we loved most of all
Was hanging round the shop
While this poor boy was sitting all alone
Sittin' all alone
What we loved most of all
Was hanging round the shop
What we loved most was sitting round the shop
What we loved most was standing
At the Dryburgh shop
What we loved the most was hanging round
The shop while he was all alone