George puts the bottle on his knee
Puts the bottle in between our ages
George never quite knew what it meant
To be loved, but understands the meaning
He was born before the war
An old man now, old and poor

Hey, what’s the matter with this world?
Wat’s the matter with this life?
He wonders
It’s strange, but when you’re stuck inside these woods,
You start to cry with the wolves when you’re hungry
We drink the devil’s drink and nod
He then looks at me and says

Where is god and angels comforting me?
Angels comforting me, for I’m a broken man
I’m a broken man
George is a broken man

Hey, I worked hard all my life
It was the right thing to do
At least, I was told so…
I had a house, a family, but oh…
It all went and now I’m stuck and I feel so…
My son crashed and my wife went mad
She blamed me and left with all I had

Oh, angels comforting me
For I’m a broken man
I’m a broken man
George is a broken man

When I’m drunk, I forget everything
When I’m drunk I can hear the angels sing
Sing!
For I’m a broken man
I’m a broken man
George is a broken man