Yes it’s hard times
No one’s giving nothing
Hard times
No one’s taking nothing
We’re all trying just to take a little
But the bottom fell out
The top and the middle
It was cold when i went looking for my girl Suzette
But i found her
Cuddling a cigarette
Roof’s a leakin
It’s coming through the ceiling
Paint’s a peelin
Can hear my coffin sealing
Sold my car just to buy some fuel
Sold my kids
Just to buy them gruel
It was cold when i went looking for my girl Suzette
But i found her
Cuddling a cigarette
Holes in my soles
Yeah they’re getting old
Holes in my clothes
Letting in the cold
Shave my beard with a butcher’s knife
I’m really not that fussed with life
It was cold when i went looking for my girl Suzette
But i found her
Cuddling a cigarette
But i’ve got plans
Yeh i have dreams
Of my pockets
Bursting at the seams
But money’s like the cells inside
You need some in order to multiply
It was cold when i went looking fro my girl Suzette
But i found her
Cuddling a cigarette