And its rock breaks scissors, paper covers rock
All of the children playing down on the block
They know you ain't got nothing if you don't have a dime
And its rock breaks scissors every time.
Well things were different
when she was younger
Riding to Coney to have a good time
Of all the boys she knew well, he was the one
Who shared his dreams and put his heart on the line.
When he was working the future
And there was cash in their pockets and love in the night
He started drinking when the first one was born
And there were four more coming, it didn't take long.
He lost his job on a summer's
He took their savings and he pissed them away
Silence between them and the kids were wide-eyed
She threw him out when she got tired of the ride.
© 1983 by Tom McGhee