Oh I Swear Richard Thompson

Oh, I swear and I swear and I swear
But my heart's not in it

I can deadpan as dead as I can
But my heart's not in it

What little of yours, what little of mine
And we'll get by

Like jailbirds locked in a cell
We go well together

Like a marriage arranged in hell
We go well together

Cruel poverty is the tie that binds
And we'll get by

Can't run in a dead end street
Can't run in a dead end street
No wings upon your feet
All your dreams are shackled to the ground

Can't run in a dead end street
Can't run in a dead end street
No wings upon your feet
And all your dreams are shackled to the ground