Letras: Dispatch. Riddle.

Heard of a land held by untroubled hand
Where the whisky runs cold
Don't you dare go ask the newsman 'cause he'll tell you everything
He don't know

She was a child of the second American Revolution
Strong girl with a stones constitution
When fell into the hands of the enemy
She touch her hand and sank her ankles deep

So go riddle me over
I'm a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
In this here London town

So go riddle me over
I'm a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
Got my back to the fire but it ain't the bridges that are falling down

Ophelia used to swim in the rain
Ain't nothing she'd rather do
I was besides myself when the news had came
And it had nothing to do with you

They said they would never fight no more

After the day she went away
What in the world are we all fighting for?
If we don't give they're gonna take

So go n' riddle me over
I'm a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
In this here London town

So go n' riddle me over
Im' a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
Got my back to the fire and my feet on the ground
But it aint the bridges that are falling

Go n' riddle me over
I'm a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
Go ahead and go and riddle me over
But it ain't the bridges that are falling down A?5