Poor John Lyrics - Fitzgerald Patrik

He's taking tablets for his job 

To get him through his day 

From one end to another 

He's taking tablets for his job 

To get him through his life 

From one end to another 

Poor John 

Another drink, and then he's on his way 

To do his work for another day 

Another pint, and then he's on his way 

Just another half a day 

Poor John 

Muscles aching from the sweat and strain 

Head falling to the floor 

Of the morning train 

Drowning in the misery of life 

From A to B, then back again 

(then back again) 

Poor John