Текст песни Money for the Weekend (Pocket Full of Shame) - Alberta Cross

I get mine trading hearts for a living
I make jeans for the last supper change now
You'll get your shot to sell what you're giving
I'm gonna fall in the pit that you made now
You get down when the war comes to living
I get down when my heart starts forgiving

Yeah, there's no money for the weekend
I've got a pocketful 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 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've got a levy for my change
There's no money for the weekend
I've got a pocketful 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 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've got a levy for my change
And there's no money for the weekend
I've got a pocketful of shame