Pockets

Choked, sweat-soaked and you’re all tuckered out

You’re still broke as a mo-fucker now

Hope can’t afford yourself a seersucker suit

Or some boots to go stomping around

Turning out my pockets again

(Oh I’ve been)

I’ve been trying to put something

Back in

Turning out my pockets again

(Oh I’ve been)

I’ve been dying for my fat chance ship to come in

Don’t pass go and I can’t get bailed

Out, got my doubts about the clouds and hell

Well, if you see the devil tell him

Got a soul burning holes in my pockets for sale

Turning out my pockets again

(Oh I’ve been)

I’ve been trying to put something

Back in

Turning out my pockets again

(Oh I’ve been)

I’ve been dying for my fat chance ship to come in

If you clamor for the glamour don’t complain

Tried the sickle and the hammer got the same

A stagger and a stammer, say it plain

Don’t talk about trickle down, gotta make it rain

Turning out my pockets again

(Oh I’ve been)

I’ve been trying to put something

Back in

Turning out my pockets again

(Oh I’ve been)

I’ve been dying for my fat chance ship to come in