I'll Be a Writer - Soltero

I’ll be a writer when I finally go deaf

In the manner of whoever they say is the best

Committing to paper the chances I have missed

The girls I have loved

The dogs I have kissed

The dogs I have kissed

The dogs I have kissed

I’ll be a drunk when I finally go blind

Sharing a pint with whomever I find

Telling the secrets I’d never let out

Sharing a stout with whoever’s about

Whoever’s about

Whoever’s about

Whoever’s about

I’ll be a bore when I finally go broke

I’ll bum cigarettes and learn how to smoke

I’ll have a good laugh everytime I am told

I should run for office now that I’m old

And I am old

I am old

I’m old

I am old

I’ll be a preacher and I’ll save all the souls

That burn down in Hell like a billion coals

And Jesus may sing through these strings

And the Devil may cry through these eyes

And the Virgin Mary may stage us that way

With this unlucky body

This unlucky body

This unlucky body