The Nigel Purcell Trio - All My Days Here

Professionally ill, brings a chill, In a chair on wheels
Talks with a wheeze, about his disease, Leg ulcer won't heel
But it's going from bad to worse
Talking about his choice of hearse
He won't spoil our meal
We'll pay we're leaving

A Walk round town, required now, A bargain is needed
Do we need it
Calvin clone, selectively know, you know what I'm meaning
Yes we need it
But it's going from bad to worse
He was busted this year
No more bargains to be had
So sad He's missing

I Look in pawnbrokers
Entice me one moment
I walk and buy nothing
No guilt inside

Professionally ill, has taken his pill and it ain't working
He is hurting
Lying back, heart attack, well He's breathing
Ambulance needed
Well it's going from bad to worse
He's on facebook, youtube and twitter
Paramedics on the scene
Goodbye we're leaving

All my days
All my days
All my days
All my days
Here

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The Nigel Purcell Trio

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