Allister - Somewhere Down In Fullerton lyrics

You got a problem with your heart

Follow the line down your left arm

If there's no money in the palm of your left hand

You could be pulled apart

You think it's more than just a cold?

Don't make a problem for your soul

Don't you go pulling out just yet, my friend

Everybody's getting old

But ooh, when you feel the pressure coming down

Well, I might do the same, myself

You can't write a song that's gonna help

your health

I got a problem with my sight

I'd like to say "We'll see it right"

but when you can't afford a broken nose

how can you afford to fight?

ooh, danny boy. we'll beat them

i know we won't live forever

but oh, don't you want to live them down?

ooh, danny boy. we'll beat them

give up, and we're going nowhere

and ooh, wouldn't you like to live them down?

you got a problem with the times

your problems sound a lot like mine

they tell you "Crime, it doesn't pay"

but they'll make us pay to be victimized

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