My whole world spins at 45 RPM

I'm skint, but happily alive

I draw parallels from time to time

I shaved off my hair in 1999

I was waiting for my words to turn into gold



When your pennies gone, you've got nothing at all



My ancient soul is weak and old

But my heart is on fire, beating with desire

I was curious way back early in my life

So I fought for a stage in 1995

Waiting for my word to turn into gold



When your pennies gone, you've got nothing at all


You answer the call of the last round-up, my love

They say you dream about tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow



I've got myself a wonderful disease 

And a head that is full of unpleasant memories

I was furious I tried to walk the line

The future is clear but I'm running out of time

Still waiting for my words to turn into gold



When your pennies gone, you've got nothing at all

Still waiting for my words to turn into gold