And the car is off the road but I never had a car. And I pay more for my food 'cause the supermarket's too far.
It's expensive being poor because everything costs more, knocking on a closing door, it's expensive being poor, someone throw me down some crumbs I will eat them off the floor, it's expensive being poor but I look good when I get desperate.
And the box is on the fritz, it's a black and white, or was, I tried taking it to bits now the picture's just a grey fuzz.
It's expensive being poor because everything costs more someone pick me off the floor, it's expensive being poor, how can I live with what I did when the cinema's six quid? It's expensive being poor but I look good when I get desperate.
Let the good times roll Into a bottomless hole with job, friends and future my ideal home furniture, let the trumpets sound as my house falls down.
And the dust begins to clear and I'm lying on the ground, and I'm standing on a path in an unknown part of town, and the path leads me away over hills and out of sight, in the blazing sun by day and the hanging moon by night, and I wind up in a place where I never have to count, and I never see the waves as I push my leaking boat out.
It's expensive being poor because everything hurts more, knocking on a bolted door It's expensive being poor. Someone throw me down some crumbs I will eat them off the floor, it's expensive being poor, but I look good when I get desperate.