The Don - The View

Thinking of poems of poverty

Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority

Oh what a soft touch of a boy

He’d wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self

Visions to his self

We’d talk of treasures and over-rated games

We’d steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy’s way

What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was

sitting all alone

Sitting all alone

Pondering times of sanctuary

He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E

Invested life in medicine, which isn’t the wisest way to go, had so much shit

going on

Convinced he’d never win

Convinced he was a sin

We’d speak of women and cheaper carryouts

We’d turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts

What we love the most of all was sittin' at the shop, while this young boy was

sittin' all alone

Sittin' all alone

We’d talk of treasures and overrated games

We’d steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy’s way

What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was

sitting all alone

Sittin' all alone

He couldn’t find none of his own kind, he didn’t have none of his own kind

You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his

money and his time

Thinking of poems of poverty

Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority

Oh what a soft touch of a don

He’d wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self

Visions to his self

We’d talk of treasures and overrated games

We’d steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy’s way

What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was

sitting all alone

Sittin' all alone

What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop

What we loved most was sitting round the shop

What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop

What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone