Pocket Money

No friends, no dreams, no pocket money.

There's a wall around my body,

A fence around my kind.

Nothing comes to me easily,

not leastwise peace of mind.

Still, I keep movin',

tryin' to break on through.

I don't know nothin' else to do.

Peelin' paint above my head

is just another sign.

Black clouds in the distance,

gettin' closer all the time.

I gotta keep movin',

tryin' to break on through.

I don't know nothin' else to do.

Sometimes when I think that things

are bad as they can be,

I see a fella standing

lower down on the ladder than me.

Now, I'm alive and kickin'

dust behind my heel.

Long as I got my soul

I'm on the good end of the deal

and I'm gonna keep movin',

tryin' to break on through.

I don't know nothin' else to do.

I gotta keep movin'.

No friends, no dreams, no pocket money.

So, I'm gonna keep movin'.

No pocket money.