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words & tune - gerard
there used to be a rundown pub
by waterloo station in london, where i was accosted by the bloke in this
song on my way to a rubella ballet gig one night. what will i say when
i reach his age? well, i think i may be there now and i'd hope i haven't
sold my soul - i'm certainly not rolling in gold, that's for sure
I sat down and he looked at me,
A smile behind his drink
Words and drink flowed freely
And he gave me a knowing wink
He told me 'you are young and I am old
And your soul is in a market, waiting to
be sold
For a pocketful of gold'
He made pitiful attempts at being profound
And I cried as I listened to the sound
Of a once-strong man who'd been battered
down
Trying to justify the tears, that he'd sold
For a pocketful of gold
It's a true story 'bout a man in the pub
A man in the gutter who took all he could
grab
Who was reduced to scoffing at my naïve
ideals
Who'd lost his love through forgetting how
to feel
But what will I say when I reach his age?
Still confined in a mental cage
They say things will never change
And we're all freaks with twisted brains
And I want to stay pure
I don't want to grow old
If the only way to survive
is to sell your soul
For a pocketful of gold
A grey life
That is controlled
By a pocketful of gold