Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Empty Pockets, Empty Fridge, artist - Fiddler's Green. Album song Sports Day at Killaloe, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 29.01.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Deaf Shepherd
Song language: English
Empty Pockets, Empty Fridge |
The cay was crap, I hung around and was feeling lonely |
Empty Pockets, Empty Fridge, didn’t know just what to do |
My breath smelled like a cigarette butt, unshaved, my hair was greasy |
Headache from the night before, couldn’t remember anything |
Last Night it was Saturday, I sat around, you passed my Way |
I’ve had my problems anyway, just Hide |
But now I’ve got to get away, you sit around and scream allday |
And so the Story ends up all the Time |
The Day was short, The Night was long, I had no Time for Shaving |
Lost my Keys, slept in the Yard, my Bones were aching bad |
I hit the road again next Day, the cigarette pack was empty |
My cotton Mouth reminded me I must have had some Fun |
Last Night it was Saturday, I sat around, you passed my Way |
I’ve had my problems anyway, just Hide |
But now I’ve got to get away, you sit around and scream allday |
And so the Story ends up all the Time |
Time runs fast, my Life runs slow and I was sick and weary |
Lost my Job, My Car broke down, accounts were overdrown |
Had no Future, Had no Past, my Life just ran in Circles |
My fate stood stil, No Glass to Fill and Troubles every Day |
Last Night it was Saturday, I sat around, you passed my Way |
I’ve had my problems anyway, just Hide |
But now I’ve got to get away, you sit around and scream allday |
And so the Story ends up all the Time |