Thoughtless Songtext

von Poor Old Lu

In my money, i was at home
To the beggar, i was so cold
In my pockets, all that i could hold
As i left here, this was all i was told...

Well, i get a dime for all of my good
A nickel for all that i could
And a quarter for all i said i would
And i was left poor, poor, poor
Oh my, how poor

As a thinker, i was so loud
In my wisdom, i was profound
As i left here, this was the sound...

Well, i get a dime for all of my good
A nickel for all that i could
And a quarter for all i said i would
And i was left poor, poor, poor
Oh my, how poor
Oh my Lord

By my own way, i felt very near
When it shook me, this was all
I could hear...