All Yours

It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth I can't take it much longer Cause I'm growing fonder of the change it brings to me I'm moving on down South Cause I'm turning into a wrongun I'm growing fonder of the change it brings to me, to me All yours All yours Hanging on to ageing ways Taking all you've got to take All yours All yours Prop me up 'til the morning Elevator music maestro I'll just be nodding my head until I end up dead all the same And one day when I can afford it And stop complaining where all of the time goes And maybe the tables will turn and my lungs won't burn today All yours All yours Hanging on to ageing ways Taking all you've got to take All yours All yours All yours All yours Hanging on to ageing ways Taking all you've got to take All yours All yours