Lyrics:
to be dour, a bit discontented, and aged Thirty eight on the Sandbrook Estate On Moreton Cross, at a loss, I have waited for Donachie Donachie calls me
As a youngin' comin' up My parents always had a plan Raised in the city of the faithful We didn't have much But gah' damn we were grateful From Sandbrook
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