It was seven o'clock in the morning   Too late to handle the day   At home it was only two thirty   The skin on my wrists turning grey      Stood up, wished us good luck   He changed his attitudes twice   The box in the corner shivered in fear   He was tired and hungry for days.      The next year she bought a new stomach   From liverpool made in detroit   Constantly passing old matches   Some sentries and millionaires      Who did? gallagher did   The same old thing every time   Gave up, more empty cups   They were tired and hungry for nights.      It made life a littl e easier   To have holland on the run   It didn't take that long to forget her   My old man and his gun      Rushed out, lions about   Wasting away on advice   A hundred and three, 400 or more   It'll haunt you for the rest of your life