you never give me your money
you only give me your funny papers
and in the middle of negotiations
you break down
i never give you my number
i only give you my situation
and in the middle of investigation
i break down
out of college
money spent
see no future
pay no rent
all the money's gone
nowhere to go
any job
but got the sack
monday morning
turning back
yellow lorry slow
nowhere to go
but oh
that magic feeling
nowhere to go
oh
that magic feeling
nowhere to go
no there's not
there's not
there's not nowhere to go
one sweet dream
pick up the bags and get in the limousine
soon we'll be away from here
step on the gas and wipe that tear away
one sweet dream came true. today
came true. today
came true. today. yes it did
one two three four five six seven
all good children go to heaven
one two three four five six seven
all good children go to heaven
one two three four five six seven
all good children go to heaven.