The parents feel the blues
The
sleepless nights of worries
When
the thugs come knocking at the doors
“Your
children owed us money!”
The
mean hooligans have no mercy
They
come with the aim to collect debts
They
come with a warning pay up or else!
The
parents nightmares begin
The
young gamblers hide away
They
don't return home to face the music
They
join up with their birds of a feather
Roaming
the city learning how to survive
The
parents get worried
They
file police reports
The
young gamblers can't be found
The
wasted years and the folly of youth
In
the quiet home
The
parents will cry
Where
have they gone wrong?
The
children give them the blues
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