Tekst
My fingers are bleeding and my time's been sold
I've been told this feeling is something I'm too young to know
But if I'm stuck in this mess
It'll be under duress
I'm too skint to live
I'm too alive to care
I think that God keeps telling me I haven't got a prayer
And I know you can see me through those old grey tired eyes
And I won't be defeated, no matter how little I try
And if God can hear me
Then I'd beg him to be kind
Because I keep on growing older
But I'm still not very wise
I'm too skint to live
I'm too alive to care
I think that God keeps telling me I haven't got a prayer
I'm too skint to live
I'm too alive to care
I think that God keeps telling me I haven't got a prayer
I'm too skint to live
I'm too alive to care
I think that God keeps telling me I haven't got a prayer
I'm too skint to live
I'm too alive to care
I think that God keeps telling me I haven't got a prayer
I'm too skint to live
I'm too alive to care
I think that God keeps telling me I haven't got a prayer
I'm too skint to live
I'm too alive to care
I think that God keeps telling me I haven't got a prayer
I'm too skint to live
I'm too alive to care
I think that God keeps telling me I haven't got a prayer
I'm too skint to live
I'm too alive to care
I think that God keeps telling me I haven't got a prayer
I'm too skint to live
I'm too alive to care
I think that God keeps telling me I haven't got a prayer
I'm too skint to live
I'm too alive to care
I think that God keeps telling me I haven't got a prayer