with speed just run the door s about to close her man just works to put his pay up his nose there s no baby to lay upon her chest this man s attached to her hip and worse her breast about to tie a know that just won t hold so i m told her whitest dress had worn to a gray they lived on pennies and heels of bread everyday about to tie a know that just won t hold they re doing all the things they could except the few they knew that just should as their t v would whine they d let the racket pass the time watching better lives just out of reach as they re forecasting grief they re picking pockets from a thief while softly screaming woe is me to my wife to be we ll take our time i ll take the knee a better life s within our reach there s no forecasting grief or picking pockets from a thief or softly screaming woe is me there s no babies to lay upon her chest there s a man attached to her hip and worse her breast