Narrow streets breed narrow minds and   Care for king but not for kind   It´s a short hop to a long weekend   when every move you apreehend   You´ll never find room to find your feet   to walk out of this avenue   Your pockets are lined with promises   when did a promise ever pay for shoes?      Count the coal trucks by the line and   raise your glasses one more time   ´Cause Billy has gone off to war   And God knows what he´s fighting for   But wartime will make him a man   Work that one out if you can   A hero´s grave is 6 feet deep    Not room enough for all his friends      She can scrub the step but it will never gleam   If it did she´d smash the dream   And they´ve held the world too long   Dreams are what you wake up from      Father was a fighter too   The only way to jump the queue   Boxing clever, times were tough   But will that ever be enough?   You'd never find room to find his feet   To walk out of these avenues   Their pockets are lined with promises   When did a promise ever pay for shoes?   When did a promise ever pay for shoes?