Four And Twenty

Four And Twenty - Techs/The Roadies

Four and twenty years ago

I come into this life

The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife

He was tired of being poor

And he wasn't into selling door to door

And he worked like the devil to be more

A different kind of poverty now upsets me so

Night after sleepless night

I walk the floor and I want to know

Why am I so alone

Where is my woman can I bring her home

Have I driven her away

Is she gone

Morning comes to sunrise

And I'm driven to my bed

I see that it's empty

And there's devils in my head

I embrace the many colored beast

I grow weary of the torment can there be no peace

And I find myself just wishing

And I find myself just wishing

That my life would simply cease