With Autos and Our Own Home Lost the good times with cars and our own home all gone, all the money can't be with me anymore no wife, no kids, no dog, no cylinder only a beer, one coming forever Lost the good times with cars and our own home all gone, all the money can't be with me anymore no wife, no kids, no dog, no cylinder only a beer, one coming forever I look at the old photo and think what happened now two years later, I still haven't healed no, I don't cry for time but slowly my nerves can't take it anymore this emptiness in my head, I pray before going to sleep and say, please dear God, give me strength to get through all this all the worries, sometimes I don't think about tomorrow and give everything to a day off day in, day out, always the same in the end I don't keep what I promise myself because it's a wrong intuition otherwise this information would be too late it's all over, no rush, no time just the way it is, a loner without a hold but slowly these bones get old outside it's cold, no matter how thick your skin is they pull you over the ear, because it's money lost the good times with cars and our own home all gone, all the money can't be with me anymore no wife, no kids, no dog, no cylinder only a beer, one coming forever lost the good times with cars and our own home all gone, all the money can't be with me anymore no wife, no kids, no dog, no cylinder only a beer, one coming forever in winter it's cold, in summer it's hot in the past it was the other way around, the alcohol and the spiesos came unnoticed, noticed, I have it somewhere, where they were gone the wife, the kids, in the past I used to wear banquette cylinders today they are broken shoes, I keep my things back then in a golden chest, designer things not even their grandchildren have to worry now everything went perfectly, but I put the money in the wrong things alcohol, drugs and all the dirt, wrong friends gave me the rest not one of them put their hand against me now it's over, now I'm all alone, a beer, a cone, I call mine under the bridge I sleep at night, all alone the concrete and the asphalt are my friends when I dream of the good old days at night lost the good times with cars and our own home everything gone, all the money can't be with me anymore no wife, no kids, no hat, no cylinder just a beer, a cone and that forever lost the good times with cars and our own home everything gone, all the money can't be with me anymore no wife, no kids, no hat, no cylinder just a beer, a cone and that forever © 2020, All Rights Reserved. No part of this recording may be reproduced without Mooji Media Ltd.'s express consent. No part of this recording may be reproduced without Mooji Media Ltd.'s express consent.