I?ve been washing myself down in your backwaters
I?ve been filling up my lungs in your city streets
I?ve seen the up-side and the down of your servant?s quarters
I?ve been grinding down my hands in your empty fields
So spare me some extra before you go
There?s a man who cashes cheques at the liquor store
Chorus:
I?m not asking for charity
Just help me till the next time I get paid
I don?t care if you need me
Just keep me?. In the black for another day
I?ve sent a letter of application a 1000 times
I?ve been trying to climb the ladder in a borrowed tie
But you never give me a call back when you say
And you put me on the long figure for another day
So spare me some extra before you go
There?s a man who cashes cheques at the liquor store