Broke

I woke up this morning, with the feeling

With the feeling that I'm gonna change the world

I get out of bed, I get ready to leave for work

I check my pockets but change is all I have

Rich or poor

All you need is money

I hate my job, I hate the work

I feel like a loser

But then a beggar, can he,

Can he be a chooser?

I'm broke, I'm broke

I feel so choked

I don't have no money to pay my rent

All I have is my guitar and this song to go

I have a gig tonight

And they're paying me shit

I don't have no money

To get a hit

I need a drink

A beer is all I want

But it's too damn expensive

And I just can't

Rich or poor

All you need is money

I hate my job, I hate the work

I feel like a loser

But then a beggar, can he,

Can he be a chooser?

I'm broke, I'm broke

I feel so choked

I don't have no money to pay my rent

All I have is my guitar and this song to go