Full credit

Everyday you have to die some

Everyday you have to cry some

For the rumour

All the good times are past and gone

Wipe the tears from your eyes son 



On the landing

They found

Full credit

In the bathroom the presence was luminous 





Everyday you have to die some

Everyday you have to cry some

All the good times are past and gone.... 



On the landing they found full credit

In the bathroom the presence was illuminous