| I’d bet you heads or tails if I could find a coin to toss
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| Tho they say the coin that can’t be found’s the coin that can’t be lost
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| If you’d spare a coin old stranger for a pint o liquid gold
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| I’ll regale you with the greatest story never told
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| You’ll catch us in the 5am parade o' the living dead
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| Long before the sun has taken up its post above yer head
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| All ordinary heroes, sweatin' is our trade
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| The type that never get to see the money that we’ve made
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| No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud
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| Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud
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| Yer riches and yer trappin’s, I fear they’re not allowed
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| Ye cannae take 'em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud
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| I’ve the perfect medicine to help restore yer sight
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| Kick off yer heels and corporate deals m’darlin we’re alright
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| And loosen that white collar man and come pull up a seat
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| Among the dirty, filthy, stinkin' richest folk you’d ever meet
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| No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud
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| Let’s leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud
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| Yer riches and yer trappin’s, I fear they’re not allowed
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| Ye cannae take 'em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud
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| My teacher Bobby Mitchell used to flog me through the years
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| How I swore I’d take that leather strap and wrap it 'round his ears
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| 'Til I saw him walkin' with a cane, it chilled me to the bone
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| He got the drinks and then me thinks I got him safely home
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| No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud
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| Let’s leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud
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| Yer riches and yer trappin’s, I fear they’re not allowed
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| Ye cannae take 'em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud
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| No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud
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| Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud
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| Yer riches and yer trappin’s, I fear they’re not allowed
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| Ye cannae take 'em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud |