Empty pockets Spread threadbare, Growling stomachs Ached despair. Ain't no money to see In this mess of a reverie. Cold winters kissing me, Smokey wind upon my door.
If only I had one...
I'd be all set, Chaufer driving me To my charming jet. My honey and I Would always kiss sweet, Never having to worry About what to eat.
If only... life weren't so grim. Poverty & cheap thrills Wearing my spirits thin. My charcuterie is plastic, So is my base lifestyle. I'm dreary eyed with things drastic, Trying to chase a break for a while. But my blues are static And they're charging me up Just to drive me wild.