Black Hole

I've been washing myself down in your backwaters
I've been filling up my lungs in your city streets
I've seen the up-side and the down of your servant's quarters
I've been grinding down my hands in your empty fields

So spare me some extra before you go
There's a man who cashes cheques at the liquor store

Chorus:

I'm not asking for charity
Just help me till the next time I get paid
I don't care if you need me
Just keep me... In the black for another day

I've sent a letter of application a 1000 times
I've been trying to climb the ladder in a borrowed tie
But you never give me a call back when you say
And you put me on the long figure for another day

So spare me some extra before you go
There's a man who cashes cheques at the liquor store

Chorus
In the black ©2004 Declan Murray / Amith Narayan