Lyrics to John Stevens

Out at the races,

My day had come

Heaven and hell at my side

It's 6 am and my eyes are tired

All i can do now is fall asleep



I've had some bad days, but not like this

The whole thing went down so wrong

She won't stop loving me, despite the mess

Like a cold she keeps hanging on



Sunday mornings I go to church

and I hide from the Lord

It's like I'm living a life all by myself

God don't let my time come too soon



Cause I've got mouths to feed and bills to pay

Gotta house of my own

and the penitentiary looks mighty grim

while my children grow up alone