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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

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