Wide eyed ? skies They're a joke Pot called kettle Kettle called black I'm a joke Well I'd sell my soul if I could But I was told it ain't too good Now I'm broke So you better harbour the feeling We're all ? inside Spineless little smiles It's a joke All in all you knew there was No consequence For you Working every hour that God sends Until he shows up Working every hour that God sends He never shows up Morals are wrong but the money's good You know I'd do the same if I only could Cause I'm broke And I'm stone broke So you better harbour the feeling We're all ? inside With our spineless little smiles All in all you knew there was No consequence For me ? ? Harbour the feeling Broke