No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on

Stand for somethin' Come back, come back, babe Gotta fight for somethin' Gotta make the place Take the truth (take the) Get through Brotha man, young man Let me tell you somethin' Told him help me please

Ego, see your ego Just too far away Gold shimmering sand is making me thinking of her Thinking of her But I am at Half Moon Bay It's just too far away And our place to be somewhere else Ego, see your ego, oh, oh And I'm missing my miss of roses

Rock n' roll. Hello again, to all my friends, together we can play some rock n' roll. Singin' with you. (Rock n' roll!) Singin' with you (Uh!) Oh my gosh! Rude boy bass, mash up the place You can eat shit and fuckin' And fuck you.

But all I have is love, darling, all I have is love Some of the men will buy you diamonds and pearls And those are the things that mean a lot to some girls Mmm, oh yeah... Now they will take you places that you want to go And show you things that you've

Sometimes I feel very sad I guess I just wasn't made for these times Each time things start to happen again I think I've got something good going for myself But what goes wrong I've been looking for a place to fit Where I can speak my mind I've been

Somebody, been sleeping in my bed (That's a bad thing to say but I think it's true) I know I should have been there but I was someplace else instead (Yes, and that's what makes it so bad) I had myself a real good woman, to hear my every call

I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby All night long, all night long, all night long And all these pretty people up on El Cerrito Place They all got somethin' in their pockets, all got somethin' on their face Me I've been lookin'

You want to take me to a doctor To talk to me about my mind To try to give directions to some places That I don't really want to find Trouble in me is not related To things that I might say or do I'm really not that complicated Your good doctor friend,

Who looked like a girlfriend That I had in February of last year It's not confidential I've got potential Rushing, rushing around Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this I said heaven ain't close in a place like this Bring it back down, bring it