Harbour the Feeling

Wide eyed
? skies
They’re a joke
Pot called kettle
Kettle called black
I’m a joke
Well I’d sell my soul if I could
But I was told it ain’t too good
Now I’m broke
So you better harbour the feeling
We’re all? inside
Spineless little smiles
It’s a joke
All in all you knew there was
No consequence
For you
Working every hour that God sends
Until he shows up
Working every hour that God sends
He never shows up
Morals are wrong but the money’s good
You know I’d do the same if I only could
Cause I’m broke
And I’m stone broke
So you better harbour the feeling
We’re all? inside
With our spineless little smiles
All in all you knew there was
No consequence
For me
Harbour the feeling
Broke