On Being Poor (Live from The Old Chapel)

Seas surrounding I just can't sleep With this wolf hounding my door Fees are mounding So pay me please Bring me order to my shore Cos when if it tastes like poison I just take it down with joy and ask for more So please pay Cos I can't keep temptation from my door And these days I could write the book on being poor Oh I long for not a fortune Not a jewel nor trips abroad Just enough to keep the landlord in tune And the taxman keeping score Oh but when I'm faced with poison I just take it down with joy and ask for more So please pay Cos I can't keep temptation from my door And these days I could write the book on being poor So please pay Cos I can't keep temptation from my door And these days I could write the book on being poor