Lost my job, lost my money in a flash Watching my old life turn to dust and ash Called you up on the telephone Ended up in a new town all alone
Took the bus on the highway tangled up Felt the billboards' images fuck me up Buy and sell yourself awake Fall in love with a new thing every day
It's cold, cold, cruel, cruel world
Saw your hair in the sunlight glistening Told you stories, you weren't even listening Living out of an old suitcase Looking at your stone-cold pretty face
Out of work like a true American Got real sick with no health-care benefits Everything turned black and blue Government says, "We can't take care of you"
Goodbye, goodbye, cruel, cruel worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
