Fiddler's Green - Empty Pockets, Empty Fridge lyrics

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 bu*t, unshaved, my hair was greasy headache from the night before, couldn't remember anything. Last Night it was Saturday, I sat around, you pa**ed 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 pa**ed 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 Gla** to Fill and Troubles every Day Last Night it was Saturday, I sat around, you pa**ed 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