Luke

Luke was a poor boy He had to work very hard Work Very hard He never had no money Some say he drew that card Drew that card Then when day he woke up In the morning and said to himself Is this the only way to pick myself Up off the ground Cause I keep

Luke, Mike & John - Revolver Well, I've been dreaming all day about rafts made of junk, sailing around with friends by my side I could read their lives on their skin and the future in thin cans standing in the sun like pirates bums Pack or give up al