He had a life full of pain, lived a life full of hope
Stayed in bars drinking jars of Irish whiskey on [bad word] In a world full of tears, in a world of [bad word] He just lived on borrowed time and wasted all these precious years

Another day of agony, another night in [bad word] He hit the bottom of the barrel, saced by the bell
They grabbed him, they punched him, they slapped him in the face
He stumbled, he tumbled, he felt like a disgrace

dirty shirt, a lousy cap, oh, what an ugly sight
No money in his pockets, all stolen in a fight
His memory lapsed on his way to Portobello Lane
He stuttered, he uttered, he crawled through the rain

bloody nose, blind in one eye, with demons in his head
Beggars can't be chosen, [bad word] in the red
He drew a blank, went down the drain, was down in the dumps
The cards were stocked against him, lost all his bloody [bad word] 
...such a shame!
...down the drain!
...what a game!
...a bloody game!