The Farewell Song

Farewell
Swindlers on the right side
Brawlers on the left side
I can't help but wonder
How did I end up here
I could be sitting by the sea
Drinking up some green tea
Instead of this old dumpster
Covered up in fleas
Eyes look like a reptile
Movements getting febrile
He just makes a motion
They scatter all away
“We can do a waltz around”
He's barking like a mad hound
“Or you can spare me some time
digging your own grave”
Fists fly
Broken ribs and black eyes
All over like flies
jingle and tinkle of knives
Wiseguys,
Backstabbers and old spies,
Rolling of white dice
Playing a round with my life
Swindlers on the right side
Brawlers on the left side
I can't help but wonder
How did I escape from there
Fists fly
Broken ribs and black eyes
All over like flies
jingle and tinkle of knives
Wiseguys,
Backstabbers, old spies,
The rolling of white dice
Playing a round with my life
But there's not really time to gloat
I’m leaving on the next boat
I'm gonna leave and set my sails
It's time to kiss the lassies farewell