Testo Pawnbroker

Under the sign of the old pawnbroker There rests a man with our past success All that I value is in his keeping He is the guardian of everything I possess Trophies inscribed with my name in honor Medals for races that I have won Prizes for fights in which I was victor So what the hell, I say, what's gone is gone, all is gone In on Monday, out on Friday I'm the only one to blame Waiting for that Thursday's payday Every week it's just the same Behind the grill wearing gold-rimmed glasses The old man values the cost of fears Trumpets, guitars, pearly concertinas Assigned orchestra, lamenting four wasted years In on Monday, out on Friday I'm the only one to blame Waiting for that Thursday's payday Every week it's just the same Under the sign of the old pawnbroker Trail all the losers in life's contest Some hurry back to redeem their pledges My promise, I'll redeem, the day that I'm laid to rest In on Monday, out on Friday I'm the only one to blame Waiting for that Thursday's payday Every week it's just the same Under the sign of the old pawnbroker There rests a man with our past success All that I value is in his keeping He is the guardian of everything I possess Everything I possess Everything I possess