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' Tryna break on through I don't know nothing else to do Peeling paint above my head is just another sign Black clouds in the distance Gettin' closer all the time I gotta keep movin' Tryna 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 kicking Dust behind my heel Long as I got my soul I'm on the good end of the deal And I'm gonna keep movin' Tryna 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