Penny Poet Lyrics

My whole world spins at 45 RPM
I’m skint, but happily alive
I draw parallels from time to time
I shaved off my hair in 1999
I was waiting for my words to turn into gold

When your pennies gone, you’ve got nothing at all

My ancient soul is weak and old
But my heart is on fire, beating with desire
I was curious way back early in my life
So I fought for a stage in 1995
Waiting for my word to turn into gold

When your pennies gone, you’ve got nothing at all You answer the call of the last round-up, my love
They say you dream about tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow

I’ve got myself a wonderful disease
And a head that is full of unpleasant memories
I was furious I tried to walk the line
The future is clear but I’m running out of time
Still waiting for my words to turn into gold

When your pennies gone, you’ve got nothing at all
Still waiting for my words to turn into gold

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