I am the stain that refuses to wash out your history,
I had hand in all the things that made your country 
great.
I built your roads and canals and buildings.
Now I lie in their shelter in disgrace.
We became shadows on barstools who were former kings of 
men.
Inside I'm broken outside i don't care at all.
I was a fit man I was a strong man with the strength of 
an ox,
Now i'm just a shadow of myself underneath this 
cardboard box.
I drank to many who had drunk themselves to death.
I stood at the back of funerals and watched them pour 
dirt.

This has been my 57 years
This has been my 57 years

I sent money home to my mam and sisters but never quite 
made it home myself
I'll tell you one thing I can sing a song
I got no bed, I broke my hip and dived further into the 
sea of drink.
I met a girl but we both lost our way and ended up on 
the bench,
I still drink to Ciara this very day. 
I worked harder than any man has ever known,
we came to make our fortunes but we lost our very 
souls.
I worked my existence to the marrow of the bone
We are the ghosts of Camden and we are never returning 
home.

This has been my 57 years
This has been my 57 years
He's falling, she's falling, we're falling now