The fight to make ends meet, keeps a man upon his feet.
No pills gonna cure my ill.
Trying to double talk, get myself in trouble talk.
A pretty face, don't make a pretty heart.
Every man's the same, he wants the sunshine in his name.
My access to music when I was growing up was through pirate radio, you know, transistor radio under the pillow, listening to one more and then 'just one more' until your favourite track comes on.