Fiddler's Green
Fiddler's Green - Empty Pockets Empty Fridge songtekst
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The Day was Crap, I hing around and was feeling lonely Empty Pockets, Empty Fridge, didn't know just what to do My breath smelled like a Cigarette Butt, unshaved, my Hair was greasy Headache from the Night before, couldn't Remember Anything Last Night it was Saturday, I sat around, you passed my Way I've had my problems anyway, just Hide But now I've got to get away, you sit around and scream All day And so the Story ends up all the Time The Day was short, The Night was long, I had no Time for Shaving Lost my Keys, slept in the Yard, my Bones were aching bad I hit the road again next Day, the cigarette pack was Empty My cotton Mouth reminded me I must have had some Fun Time runs fast, my Life runs slow and I was sick and weary Lost my Job, My Car broke down, accounts were overdrown Had no Future, Had no Past, my Life just ran in Circles My fate stood stil, No Glass to Fill and Troubles every Day