Pocket Money (Album Version)

歌詞

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. Copyright 1972 by Colgems Music Corp./Elorac Music