The Town Pants - Breakfast With St. Swithin lyrics

I had breakfast with St. Swithin He was waiting on a train He said, "Tell me all your troubles boy, I won't be through this way again." I said, "There's a certain one, and Her beauty's like an engine." He said, "Hang on son, I've heard this one, And the rest ain't worth the mention." Said I'm sick of all you bleeding-hearts Hung up over skirts You always spend your money Just to end up feeling like dirt You sit home there alone Until all your youth is gone The bright lights of the city: They're waiting for you son. Let's go running through the streets (2x) Stop along and chat with everyone we meet (repeat) He brought me to the bars And he brought me around 'til one He dragged me here, and dragged me there Thought I'd never see the sun He dropped me on the corner I never saw him go I thought about his advice as I Walked home in the snow. Ain't got no wishing well &#x'cause dead men never tell And all rose up from hell tonight cause I guess that's just as well I've never come in early And I've never come home late I've never sang out of key And I've never sang that great.