Joe Pug Follow

As the only child for a hundred miles
Living in the land of plenty,
You could raise your cup any time you want
And never find it empty.
But your plate was flush and you had so much
While others had not any
As you lay in bed where they shaved your head,
Now you're one of many.
Oh, now you're one of many.

It was hard to breathe when you knew no need.
The crown, it lay so heavy.
At night you slept underneath your bed,
With both your pistols ready.
Well they stole your robes and now your clothes
Won't sell for a penny.
You're free to rest your naked chest,
Now you're one of many.
Oh, now you're one of many.

When the sirens cried in the afternoon,
Did your mouth go dry?
Did your blood run blue?
Was it louder than a drum in an empty room?
Did it strike so hard, cause it rang so true?

As a traveler in the wider world,
The road was never friendly.
So you turned around, you were homeward bound
At the tender age of twenty.
When you arrived, you cried to find
Your mother had no memory.
Once you were her only child,
Now you're one of many.
Oh, now you're one of many.