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 nothing 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 nothing 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'

(No friends, no dreams)

Dust behind my heel

(No pocket money)

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 nothing else to do

I gotta keep movin'

No friends, no dreams, no pocket money

So, I'm gonna keep movin'

No pocket money