He’s Got The Money

Rock me, roll me, gently hold me, I'm coming down out of the night...
I've spent sixteen hours on the streets of Darlinghurst stepping in and out of the light
The departure board read differently before I joined the queue;
Now it's cold as hell in the transit lounge and I'm waiting for a passage through

I'm an exile in my homeland...my eyes are cold and grey;
When there's not stars left in the night time sky, it's hard to find your way
I can't recall this face in the mirror... my hair is thin and damp...
And I can't stop the shakes, I can't stop the sweats and I can't stop the cramps...

I can't wait too long
I hope he comes soon
I can't wait too long
He's got the money, he's got the charm
I've got the taste and a hole in my arm

I won't go out in a easy dream in a clean, white hospital bed
And I won't go down in a firefight, with a red scarf around my head;
And I won't die a hero's death hanging from the gallow's arm;
I'll flicker out alone in an empty room with the needle hanging out of my arm
And some day, somewhere, if there's justice, somewhere on this earth...
I pray to God the men who peddle this dirt get what they deserve...

I can't wait too long
I hope he comes soon
I can't wait too long
He's got the money, he's got the charm

I can't wait too long
I hope he comes soon
I can't wait too long
He's got the money, he's got the charm
I've got the taste and a hole in my arm