Paul Brady - Nothing But The Same Old Story lyrics

I was just about nineteen When I landed on their shore With my eyes big as headlights Like the thousands and thousands who came before I was going to be something . . . Smiled at the man scrutinising my face As I stepped down off the gangway Came down to their city Where I worked for many's the year Built a hundred houses Must've pulled half a million pints of beer Living under suspicion Putting up with the hatred and fear in their eyes You can see that you're nothing but a murderer In their eyes, we're nothing but a bunch of murderers Hey, Johnny, can't wait till Saturday night! Got a thirst that's raging . . . Know a place where we can put that right Wash away the frustration Hose down this fire inside But look out! 'Cause I'll tear you into pieces if you cross me. I'm sick of watching them break up Every time some bird brain puts us down Making jokes on the radio . . . Guess it helps them all drown out the sound Of the crumbling foundations Any fool can see the writing on the wall But they just don't believe that its happening. There's a crowd says I'm alright Say they like my turn of phrase Take me round to their parties Like some dressed up monkey in a cage. And I play my accordion Oh! but when the wine seeps through the facade It's nothing but the same old story Nothing but the same old story Got a brother in Boston Says he'll send me on the fare Just wrote me a letter Making out that he's cleaning up out there Two cars in the driveway. Summer house way down on the Cape And I know he'd fix me up in the morning I've been thinking about it But it seems so far to go People say in the winter you'd get lost underneath the snow And there's this girl from my home place We've been planning to move back and give it a try So I never got around to going That's why I never got around to going.