Hear my troubles of mine Can you take me for one last ride? I want to bend my soul again That’s what we do when we get older
Where’s your troubled mind? You got your money and you got it ‘cause others just can’t There’s the lottery about geography
Don’t know the the hand you’re holding Paying someone to put them to bed again
And that’s when it hurts The difference And this is hot blood And a difference What a difference A little difference would make
Hear my love sigh I’ve got a story that money just can’t buy western standards Poverty’s profitable
See it slip and slide Not just one answer ‘cause it’s working like parallel lines It’s not that easy When you want it easy
And that’s when it hurts When you see the difference It’s a raging lung And a difference What a difference A little difference would make
Don’t leave me now Don’t fall asleep We need to rest sometimes But don’t take long It’s something in the system That still circulates We’ll dig a hole in the back yard And drain the blood
