It's the only thing that matters anymore
Find a mark and sell yourself into the score
You've got to make a blue sky from a black night
If your tongue is silver, gold is what it's worth
If your tacks are bra**, you're salt of all the earth
And you're gonna be alright, you're gonna be just fine
But I feel it creeping up my spine.
If you're lonely, it's no wonder what to do
Because everyone you meet, they're just as lonely too
You've got to stick a hand out