Cuddling a Cigarette -

Yes it’s hard times

No one’s giving nothing

Hard times

No one’s taking nothing

We’re all trying just to take a little

But the bottom fell out

The top and the middle

It was cold when i went looking for my girl Suzette

But i found her

Cuddling a cigarette

Roof’s a leakin

It’s coming through the ceiling

Paint’s a peelin

Can hear my coffin sealing

Sold my car just to buy some fuel

Sold my kids

Just to buy them gruel

It was cold when i went looking for my girl Suzette

But i found her

Cuddling a cigarette

Holes in my soles

Yeah they’re getting old

Holes in my clothes

Letting in the cold

Shave my beard with a butcher’s knife

I’m really not that fussed with life

It was cold when i went looking for my girl Suzette

But i found her

Cuddling a cigarette

But i’ve got plans

Yeh i have dreams

Of my pockets

Bursting at the seams

But money’s like the cells inside

You need some in order to multiply

It was cold when i went looking fro my girl Suzette

But i found her

Cuddling a cigarette