Murder By d**h - The Organ Grinder lyrics

In the valley the girl waits At the back of a caravan Wears a dress made of red woll For a night on the town with her man He is good to her He takes care of her He holds doors for her Settles scores for her He does what he can Stole a car for the night Picked her up for the dance Said farewell to their families But they'd never come home again Shine up your shoes and polish off your cufflinks Go dress up for the ball In borrowed clothes and fake j**els We can bend all the rules We wont' go home until they drag us out There's a man who runs this place Built like a chimney and hits like joe brown He's got tabs on all of the girls She needs more money to buy her way out He ain't sh** to her Ain't worth the tears to her Dares call himself a Christian man He only gives us the back of his hand How long? How long? But tonight put on your best dress Go dress up for the ball With borrowed clothes and fake j**els we can bend all the rules We won't go home until they drag us out Shine up your shoes and polish off your cufflinks Go dress up for the ball In borrowed clothes and fake j**els We can bend all the rules We wont' go home until they drag us out