The look of emerald green © 2017 John Vaughan & Vic Arnold v1 Blind drunk again in Paddington D a trail of pizza paves the street Passers by roll their eyes as he fights to remain on his feet Fell out with a Aussie barman at a Kilburn watering hole Gobshite wouldnt give him credit Tomorrow's when he draws his dole ch Shoves his hands deep in his pockets all he's feeling are the seams Slinking off alone and broke. Dreams he'll get back home again. Drawn toward a mirror's gleam, he sees the look of emerald green v2 Left his home town years ago Heard London was the mother load Digging ditches, washing dishes Never found the streets of gold Now he's in his lousy bed sit Bugs climb up the fecking walls On radio Eiriann, Christy sings and takes him back to Annascaul Inst. ch. Br. Mammy dear, my stomach's shrunk Dreams of riches all have sunk. Tries to salvage what remains of pizza flushing down the drain ch & outro