holes in my pockets and i got a new reason for shoes slip them on and i find some silver confuse rolling through town and i m smiling at all a them frowning testing all a them waters in which we drown in stay or go i say hey i dunno searching the pits i m looking for the juicy ones find my man ted he s got a packet with tonnes and we re shooting the piss yeah we re having some fun it doesn t matter when you miss when you got none baby when you got none when you got none when you got none when you got none some go on and some let go all these years we still don t know standing here on my own i can feel a chill running through my bones someone s trying to freeze me here like a stone someone s jacket here would be sold if i weren t dancing here as i strolled as the day did grow old yes the world grew cold grew so cold1