empty pockets, empty fridge
Singer: fiddler's green
the cay was crap
i hung around and was feeling lonely
empty pockets
empty fridge
didn't know just what to do
my breath smelled like a cigarette butt
unshaved
my hair was greasy
headache from the night before
couldn't remember anything
last night it was saturday
i sat around
you passed my way
i've had my problems anyway
just hide
but now i've got to get away
you sit around and scream all day
and so the story ends up all the time
the day was short
the night was long
i had no time for shaving
lost my keys
slept in the yard
my bones were aching bad
i hit the road again next day
the cigarette pack was empty
my cotton mouth reminded me i must have had some fun
last night it was saturday
i sat around
you passed my way
i've had my problems anyway
just hide
but now i've got to get away
you sit around and scream all day
and so the story ends up all the time
time runs fast
my life runs slow and i was sick and weary
lost my job
my car broke down
accounts were overdrown
had no future
had no past
my life just ran in circles
my fate stood still
no glass to fill and troubles every day
last night it was saturday
i sat around
you passed my way
i've had my problems anyway
just hide
but now i've got to get away
you sit around and scream all day
and so the story ends up all the time