Dark clouds fill the sky The heat wraps my skin that is dry I don't have a fridge Cold water I need to feed.
Tummy makes a sounds So hungry it shouts out loud
One hundred twenty three and eighty-eight cents Remaining cash on the ATM Cigarettes, corned beef and a pill One hundred twenty three and thirty-six cents comes my bill.
Three days Heyday Will get my backpay Yeba! I shall say.