歌词
Yes it's hard times,
No one's giving nothing,
Hard times,
No one's taking nothing,
We're all trying just to take a little,
But the bottom fell out,
The top and the middle,
It was cold when i went looking for my girl Suzette,
But i found her,
Cuddling a cigarette.
Roof's a leakin,
It's coming through the ceiling.
Paint's a peelin,
Can hear my coffin sealing.
Sold my car just to buy some fuel,
Sold my kids,
Just to buy them gruel,
It was cold when i went looking for my girl Suzette,
But i found her,
Cuddling a cigarette.
Holes in my soles,
Yeah they're getting old.
Holes in my clothes,
Letting in the cold.
Shave my beard with a butcher's knife,
I'm really not that fussed with life,
It was cold when i went looking for my girl Suzette,
But i found her,
Cuddling a cigarette.
But i've got plans,
Yeh i have dreams,
Of my pockets,
Bursting at the seams.
But money's like the cells inside,
You need some in order to multiply,
It was cold when i went looking fro my girl Suzette
But i found her,
Cuddling a cigarette.