You’ve got to move

As if you need to know why!?

Chow Mein don’t make up for Xmas

But it will do

Got money in your pocket

Got places to go

Don’t no-one know your name

You’re on a roll



As it flows, you might not know the motion

Ain’t no ghost, there’s only love or nothing



Boy have I have got a bone to pick

Gratitude don’t weight much on my side of town

Count your blessings

And count ‘em well

Fill your cub to the brim

One day you’ll drink from a cup of tin



Rain cold

Rain hard

Let It all fall apart



As it flows, you might not know the motion

Ain’t no ghost, there’s only love or nothing

All you want,

And if my hands can’t touch it it’s mine



Soon you’ll be cold

The flesh on your bones will fail to hold you

All you kept secretly,

Safely away from prying eyes must go



Say, who are you fooling?

The blade comes down



As it flows, you might not know the motion

Ain’t no ghost, there’s only love or nothing

All you want,

And if my hands can’t touch it it’s mine