Black Hole

I've been washing myself down in your backwaters
 I've been filling up my lungs in your city streets
 I've seen the up-side and the down of your servant's quarters
 I've been grinding down my hands in your empty fields
 So spare me some extra before you go
 There's a man who cashes cheques at the liquor store
 Chorus:
 I'm not asking for charity
 Just help me till the next time I get paid
 I don't care if you need me
 Just keep me... In the black for another day
 I've sent a letter of application a 1000 times
 I've been trying to climb the ladder in a borrowed tie
 But you never give me a call back when you say
 And you put me on the long figure for another day
 So spare me some extra before you go
 There's a man who cashes cheques at the liquor store
 Chorus
 In the black ©2004 Declan Murray / Amith Narayan