Money for the Weekend

Текст песни Alberta Cross - Money for the Weekend

Money for the Weekend (Pocket Full of Shame) LyricsI get mine trading hearts for a living
I make jeans for the last supper change now
You'll get your shot to sell what your givin
I'm going to fall in the pit that you made now
You get down when the war comes to livin
I get down when my heart starts forgivin

Yeah there's no money for the weekend
I gotta pocket full of shame
There's no money for the weekend
And there's no heaven for the saints
I get my job to give up forgiven
The kid gives fighting takes some of his sin
It gets some Johnny out of the giving now
We both know that we're here for the sparrow
Money for the high
Pay me on the floor
Hard to stay with it
Don't you know you want more

There's no money for the weekend
I've gotta pocket full of shame
There's no money for the weekend
And there's no heaven for the saints
No there's no honey for the weekend
I've got my levy for my change
There's no money for the weekend
I've got a pocket full of shame

Yeah
I'm waiting for my sanity
You've gotta leave before the time flies
There's no limit to the vanity
I watch it all with some cold eyes

There's no money for the weekend
I've got a pocket full of shame
There's no money for the weekend
And there's no heaven for the saints
No there's no honey for the weekend
I've got my levy for my change
And there's no money for the weekend
I've got a pocket full of shame