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

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 your givin I'm going to fall in the pit that you made now You get down when the war comes to livin I get down when my heart starts forgivin Yeah there's no money for the weekend I gotta pocket full 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 gotta pocket full 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 my levy for my change There's no money for the weekend I've got a pocket full 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 pocket full 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 my levy for my change And there's no money for the weekend I've got a pocket full of shame