I have no spiritual core
Anymore
I am as empty as a glass
In the unperpass
Now the money's gone
And the house has gone
I am as tatty as a sheet
Blown in the street
I am as wretched as the rain
Waiting for the train
Now the hope has gone
And the future's gone
I tell my friends it's just a phase that it will pass
Yeah, but that ain't gonna happen
In private I remonstrate with my old man
And thank him for this fascist future
I am as helpless as a child
Now the wind blows wild
I keep a feather in my coat
As a mental note
Now brother's gone
And my wife has gone