Empty Pockets, Empty Fridge - Fiddler's Green

The cay was crap, I hung around and was feeling lonely

Empty Pockets, Empty Fridge, didn’t know just what to do

My breath smelled like a cigarette butt, unshaved, my hair was greasy

Headache from the night before, couldn’t remember anything

Last Night it was Saturday, I sat around, you passed my Way

I’ve had my problems anyway, just Hide

But now I’ve got to get away, you sit around and scream allday

And so the Story ends up all the Time

The Day was short, The Night was long, I had no Time for Shaving

Lost my Keys, slept in the Yard, my Bones were aching bad

I hit the road again next Day, the cigarette pack was empty

My cotton Mouth reminded me I must have had some Fun

Last Night it was Saturday, I sat around, you passed my Way

I’ve had my problems anyway, just Hide

But now I’ve got to get away, you sit around and scream allday

And so the Story ends up all the Time

Time runs fast, my Life runs slow and I was sick and weary

Lost my Job, My Car broke down, accounts were overdrown

Had no Future, Had no Past, my Life just ran in Circles

My fate stood stil, No Glass to Fill and Troubles every Day

Last Night it was Saturday, I sat around, you passed my Way

I’ve had my problems anyway, just Hide

But now I’ve got to get away, you sit around and scream allday

And so the Story ends up all the Time