Three up three down he said
But it got too much
Now I'm down to one
The pictures on the wall
The pub he used to own
This room is his home
Anger in his voice
Slowly turns to rage
Look at what I had
It's all gone away
Anger in his voice
Slowly turns to rage
Look at what I had
It's all gone away
Slowly shrinking world
This is all I've got
Why should I bother
Put we in the box