Cracked glasses
Shredded tights
Broke *****
Sleepless nights.

Piled dishes
Tired eyes
Hollow wishes
Finance lies.

Poor and sad
Kids getting cold
But I'm glad
No one's told.

We move along
With mouths closed
Sing that song
No one knows.

Being broke is tough
Being alone is worse
What will be enough?
Who'd lift this curse?

Some say it's inherited
Some say it's funny
That we're not merited
For even milk money.

So it's down we go
Is there road up ahead?
We will never really know
We just push on instead.

Without a house to lose
Or a car to sleep
We don't have to choose
Which treasures we should keep.

Money's just paper, right?
Coins are just pounds
But we count all night
Doing the income rounds.

Cadillacs in our dreams?
Maybe so on occasion
But few it seems
Are of that persuasion.

No money left
None at all
So time's set
For our downfall.

Late at night,
Not really anything
Setting it right
Pawning a ring.

Bounced checks
Running away
******* wrecks
Without pay.

Baby pouts
Getting sunny?
Going without
Milk money.