Pocket Full Of Change

 

 

In all the civilized content, of papers bought and money spent
I see the comfort of a preachers pet, to save this place from it's regret
and sit upon a throne of nails, pretending that my will it cares
to tramp along another flame, and peasants passing in the game.

Refrain:

it don't matter cause, soon as I get a pocket full of change I'll be gone
Far away from here, maybe I'll come back, but that's what I said last time, and I ain't done that.

I see those that bask in places born, of dreams beyond the human form
Spill shallow glasses, other's blood, till all that's in the dirt is mud.
While grace it passes through a sieve, in tortured souls with helpless limbs.
that crawl within a growing maze, through what's forgotten in the daze.

Refrain:

To every ounce of purity, that's lost from insecurity
the gallows for the restless wail, in courage of a mob that fails.
To see more than the surface brought, in all the deeds that they forgot.
all piled upon a mound of woes, memory is blessed with foes.

Refrain:

Don't come lookin' for me, at my door. I'm down the road, wantin' more.
Than a paycheck away from poverty, gadgets for all the world to see
Ideas coming from the T.V. set, and access to the internet
A dead man drives to work today, stolen from the time he pays

 

 

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