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When i was just a lad and times were bad i wondered
why is it always so rough, so i asked
all of my teachers and preachers then answered
it won't get much better, stand up to the task
for we're born equal as the prequel to life
all in this dance get their chances the same
don't try to ponder it, go on with it, stop moaning
failures have only got themselves to blame
These weary days are the cross i am bearing
these troubled times are my only friend
a hard bleak future is all i'm expecting
these weary days gets us all in the end
For years politicians' statisticians have warned us
it's going to get tought we must pull our belts tight
oh what a farce, they don't know their arses from their elbows
black from white or wrong from right
These weary days are the cross i am bearing
these troubled times are my only friend
a hard bleak time is all i'm expecting
these weary days get us all in the end
Just make the most of it, as all of it comes at you
you'd best learn to swim around before you drown in pain
and all the while could you keep smiling through the sorrow
keep your chins up, as life goes down the drain
in these weary days, just take what's on offer
keep your head held high, one hand on your purse
your nose to the wheel, as you realise your status
things won't improve, but they can't get much worse
These weary days are the cross i am bearing
these troubled times are my only friend
a hard bleak future is all i'm expecting
these weary days get us all in the end
these weary days are the cross i am bearing
these troubled times are my only friend
a hard bleak future is all i'm expecting
these weary days get us all in the end