I ain't got no money
And I ain't got no time
No time your hear your problems
And no
Time to tell you mine
I ain't got no cocaine
And I ain't got no soul
No somethin' for my livin'
And no
Kin of my own
I ain't got no whiskey
And I ain't got no hope
No poppies for my memories
And no
Love for things of old
I'll grab the tickets
While you hold the line
Well it's not the show we payed for
But it will suit just fine
I'm at home in the silence
You're at home in the cold
Well it's a fine line to walk but it's a real bitch to stroll
I ain't got no roadmap
And I ain't got no toll
No heartache for my misery
And I
Ain't nobody's fool
Well it's a fine line to walk but it's a real bitch to stroll
Well it's a fine line to walk but it's a real bitch to stroll
It's a fine line to walk but it's a real bitch to stroll