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Money is tight when you're a constable Humble times swimming in bills You just have to do what you can My wife's father was the family patriarch A detective sergeant, that's how I started He was always full of condescending and cogent And strong advice So I bought in to keep the peace And I enjoyed the pace as I cut my teeth And I tuned in to some very like minded individuals The unsteady hours and an unsteady head It can be hard to keep it all together, friend Your skull gets so cluttered Sometimes you forget your own name With the odd loose step backward stumble and balk Everything in life becomes haunted And I got ghosts in my walls and in my pockets But at least I own my house! Money is tight when you're a constable So that odd loose step, earlier mentioned A committal hearing and an unpaid suspension For the subsequent separation of my wife My colleagues' words began to drip I escaped prosecution but not the snub They were more than encouraging when I packed it up And transferred interstate, to a station In a little town called Keith I'm the king out here in a small, small pond Everything I want, I got This is my time and this is my place In this big old endless sky! Money is tight when you're a constable You just have to do what you can Money is tight Money is tight when you're a constable You need a strong stomach and a stronger will Empathy will make your bones ache and your heart bleed It's strange the things that happen here In such a little place I've seen things you wouldn't believe And I've done things you couldn't imagine Money is tight when you're a constable There is no karma and there is no God And I most definitely don't believe in fate I'll build my kingdom out here in this little old pond It's not much but it's all I got And I'll protect every stone and every little buried bone With absolute and extreme prejudice
Writer(s): Steven Carter, Blake Scott, Stewart Rayner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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