Lips dry from the point I made
There's fire in this belly tonight
If only my wallet was a large as my tongue
Then the world would be mine this night

No food for my thoughts
No cash for the splash
I'm fed up of working
Consider it tax
Don't get no more thought on
Not even a rest
Just work me to hell
Why not !
I know my place

Clouds of rain swept across my view
The pain inside my head
Became bitter and twisted
I was jealous
I was cross
I was broke
I was lost

I only needed one lift up
Just one good will from life
Yet here is my pride a bottomed out pit
I'll lay here a while
I cry