nothing but the same old story

I was just about nineteen
When I landed on their shore
With my eyes big as headlights
Like the thousands and thousands who came before
I was going to be something
Smiled at the man scrutinising my face
As I stepped down off the gangway
I came down to their city
Where I worked for manys the year
Built a hundred houses
Mustve pulled half a million pints of beer
Living under suspicion
Putting up with the hatred and fear in their eyes
You can see that youre nothing but a murderer
In their eyes, were nothing but a bunch of murderers
Hey, Johnny, cant wait till Saturday night!
Got a thirst thats raging
Know a place where we can put that right
Wash away the confusion
Hose down this fire inside
But look out!
I said look out
Cause Ill tear you into pieces if you cross me.
Im sick of watching them break up
Every time some bird brain puts us down
Making jokes on the radio
Guess it helps them all drown out the sound
Of the crumbling foundations
Any fool can see the writing on the wall
But they just dont believe that its happening.
Theres a crowd says Im alright
Say they like my turn of phrase
Take me round to their parties
Like some dressed up monkey in a cage
And I play my accordion
Oh! but when the wine seeps through the facade
Its nothing but the same old story
Its nothing but the same old story
Hey, Johnny, cant wait till Saturday night!
Got a thirst thats raging
Know aplace where we can put that right
Wash away the confusion
Hose down this fire inside
But look out!
Cause Ill tear you into pieces if you cross me.
I got a brother in Boston
Says hell send me on the fare
Just wrote me a letter
Making out that hes cleaning up out there
Two cars in the driveway
Summer house way down on the Cape
And I know hed fix me up in the morning
Ive been thinking about it
But it seems so far to go
People say in the winter
youd get lost underneath the snow
And theres this girl from my home place
Weve been planning to move back and give it a try
So I never got around to going
Thats why I never got around to going
Hey, Johnny, cant wait till Saturday night!
Got a thirst thats raging . . .
Know a place where we can put that right
Wash away the confusion
Hose down this fire inside
But look out !
Look out