The Room

We rent a room down in Streatham Hill above the barbershop
The bed is buckled, so we roll into each other’s arms
And we ain’t paid our rent since Johnny lost his job
And it’s hard to sleep at night knowing this is all we’ve got
Oh, please
Give us something good we can hold onto
Give us something good we can hold onto
How I long to be gone from this room
It’s five in the morning, and I drag my heavy bones to work
By the time I’m home, it’s dark and I’m covered in dirt
And my lady’s already sleeping, and she’s too tired to greet me
And it’s hard not to wake her when I ain’t kissed her all week
Oh, please
Give us something good we can hold onto
Give us something good we can hold onto
How I long to be gone from this room
Give us something good we can hold onto
Give us something good we can hold onto