Toxic Pocketbook

I ain’t got no friends
You know I ain’t got no money!
I ain’t got no friends I’m a bum
Dressed up in all my dirty laundry
I lost my job to some kid
And no one else seems to want me

I ain’t got no love
You know I ain’t got no sweetie
I ain’t got no love I’m a bum
Got my songs
And that’s all that keeps me company
I lost my baby for their sake
I’d give my life up for the stage
So she don’t want me

You better swallow your fear
Your face is covered in soot
Write it all down in your toxic pocket book
If it’s gonna hurt boy,
You better make it good!

I ain’t got no sense
For all the time I’ve spent thinkin
I ain’t got no sense I’m a bum
Sho ain’t dumb but i don’t stop
When my breaks start squeaking
‘cause I lost my voice to a wolf parade
That ran away when the doctor came to check my symptom