Текст песни Life Without Warning - Alberta Cross

You know I get mine trading hearts for a living
I'm itching for the last of the change now
You'll get yours, try to sell what you're given
I'm gonna fall in the bed that you made now
You get some when the war brings the living
I get down when my heart stops the giving, yeah

There's no money for the weekend
I got a pocketful of shame
There's no money for the weekend
And there's no heaven for the saints

I get mine, try to give up forgiving
They kick in fighting days, honest sin
You'll get some, try me out at the beginning now
We both know that we're here for the spin
Fighting for a half penny on the floor
Ask the city women, "Don't you know you want more?"

There's no money for the weekend
I got a pocketful 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 got no living for my change
There's no money for the weekend
I got a pocketful of shame

Yeah
I'm waiting for my sanity
You gotta leave before the time flies
There's no limit to my vanity
I watch it all as it collides

There's no money for the weekend
I got a pocketful 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 got no living for my change
There's no money for the weekend
I got a pocketful of shame