Текст песни 44 More - Andrew Johnson

So hard to make money
So easy to spend
Fly by night lover
Fairweather friend
And it's dragging me down
Until I'm punching the floor
I got fifty six dollars
I need forty four more

Can't get no whiskey
Or strings for guitar
No money no petrol
No petrol no car
Now all these possessions
You ask what are they for?
I got forty six dollars
I need fifty four more

Oh mother oh father
Both died in their sleep
But the testament told me
All the things I could keep
I take of a mongrel
And what it leaves on the floor
I've got thirty six dollars
I need sixty four more

Gonna pawn my old guitar
Sell my liver and teeth
Donate my body to science
More like comic relief
And then I could declare
Just like never before
I got one hundred dollars
I need one thousand more