Working class hero!

When I go home from work at the end of the day,

Such moments are few when I am sober and gay;

I drink to forget and smoke to remember,

And hope that tomorrow things would be better;

On those rare nights when I am sober and fine,

My thoughts make me crazy and I turn to wine;

If you ask me if I’ve had a dull moment, I ll say none,

And I can’t believe myself when I say, I am craving one.

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