Yours is in your chest with no form or shape
Just think of those out in the cold and dark
I hurry past wretched people I pretend I haven't seen
I carry a strong scent of despair
My nightmares manifest but I can escape
Whoever asks my name or where I came from
Now when you climb and when you lock
Just think of those out in the cold and dark
The tape is running I push the button to send
But the ground is still wet, my teeth are chattering
Usually someone already half ate it
Hurt the time in, I'm gonna struggle for air
Now when you climb into your bed tonight
You look fresher, but all I got is dirt in my hair
Money in my pocket
'Cause there's not enough love to go round
I try not to let it get me down but my head's starting to pound
Dirty, cold, hurting, sold down the river
Now when you climb into your bed tonight
Upon each other we all depend, message end
Just think of those out in the cold and dark
It's in the air
'Cause there's not enough love to go round
Worrying, scurrying here, there
But I just can't give no love"
I tell you, wake up
I said "Money in my pocket
From one I get a cigarette, a little more love found
And when you lock and bolt the door
But I just can't give no love"
No money to spare, no love to share
People go round, and round and round
'Cause there's not enough love to go round
I sometimes lose all feeling in my feet
No wonder you appear under pressure from here
Money in my pocket
I said "Money in my pocket
My liver in bad condition like my skin
There's hair in my food when I get it
You take up so much time
Just think of those out in the cold and dark
Just think of those out in the cold and dark
But I patiently wait on the path to humanity
And there's a spattering of seeds
Rain falling once again, I'm in my bed
And when you lock and bolt the door
But I just can't give no love
'Cause there's not enough love to go round
Losing your hair
You people need a shake up
But there's money in my pocket and my clothes are clean
When I sleep I'll do my deep in the mainstream
But I just can't give no love
I may mistaken be
But unaccountably my heart has grown small and mean
'Cause there is not enough love to go round
Now when you climb and when you lock
I’m broken and hard to repair
People fear contamination if they chary too long
I sit at the gates
