I'm working for the cash machine
I try to phone a friend, my credit's in the red
I try to skip the fair,
see Keaton's Beggs is there
I don't know,
this can't be right I live an honest life
It seems like sometimes you don't cross the line,
you don't get by
No, no, no, no
I spat you leaving,
it ain't easy,
you know it's a track
I'm always paying,
never making, but you can't look back
Cash machine,
cash machine,
cash machine
B
Davis no more
B Davis it has written
Bahtosen!