La Villa

La villa, cute village, in other times, now party for drugs, party on yatchs.
Danny boy, my Danny boy, wanted to go to the university, no money, no chances.
No jobs in the pub, that pub only to wash- not even that-.
Today arrive a new bag to the beach.
Black & white beaches for black & white photos.
Black for the fuel, white for the cocaine.

But nobody says anything, police don’t talk about that only about their salary, politicians only talk about their money, church only shout about sins.
You know, it’s life, but keep away of my daughter that Danny boy, keep away of my business that Danny Boy, but is no problem if Danny boy tomorow have an accident in the work

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