madness
israelites
Poor me, Israelites   Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed  Poor me, Israelites  My wife and my kids they are packed up and leave me Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen  Poor me, Israelites  Well, shirt them a tear-up, trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde  Poor me, Israelites  And after a storm there must be a calm They catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm  Poor me, Israelites  I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed  Poor me, Israelites  My wife and my kids they are packed up and leave me Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen  Poor me, Israelites  Shirt them a tear-up, trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde  Poor me, Israelites  Poor me, Israelites Poor me, Israelites Poor me, Israelites Poor me, Israelites