I stick loneliness your lips and the two coins of your eyes into my pockets Yeah Well the train skates into Ft. Henry late Sunday
Sometimes when I’m riding high feeling fine you know there’s something troubling you troubling my mind So I reach into my pocket for some small change I reach into my pocket for some small change
I reach into my pocket for some small change I reach into my pocket for some small change Yeah
I want bones like iron blood like mercury so I can tell you when I’m rising when I’m sinking in I’m sinking in I’m sinking in I’m sinking in
I reach into my pocket for some small change I reach into my pocket for some small change Yeah
I’m gonna take it to the people Yeah I’m gonna take it to the people Yeah We’re gonna take it to the people Yeah we’re gonna take it to the people Yeah Hey lets drink from the cup and share some luck but go ahead and laugh ’cause it don’t cost much no no it don’t cost much I stick loneliness your lips and the two coins of your eyes into my pocket Yeah I stick loneliness your lips and the two coins of your eyes into my pocket Yeah
Compositores: Bradley Joseph Corrigan (Brad Corrigan), Charles Stokes Urmston (Chad Stokes Urmston), Peter F Heilmbold (Pete Francis) ECAD: Obra #7767487