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