Israelites Lyrics - Lozin' Must - Millencolin

Poor me, Israelites 

I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir 

So that every mouth can be fed 

Poor me, Israelites 

My wife and my kids they packed up and leave me 

Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen 

Poor me, Israelites 

Well, shirt them a tear-up, trousers are gone 

I dont want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde 

Poor me, Israelites 

And after a storm there must be a calm 

They catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm 

Poor me, Israelites 

I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir 

So that every mouth can be fed 

Poor me, Israelites 

My wife and my kids they packed up and leave me 

Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen 

Poor me, Israelites 

Shirt them a tear-up, trousers are gone 

I dont want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde 

Poor me, Israelites 

Poor me, Israelites 

Poor me, Israelites 

Poor me, Israelites 

Poor me, Israelites