Harbour the Feeling - Yak

Wide eyed

?

skies

They’re a joke

Pot called kettle

Kettle called black

I’m a joke

Well I’d sell my soul if I could

But I was told it ain’t too good

Now I’m broke

So you better harbour the feeling

We’re all?

inside

Spineless little smiles

It’s a joke

All in all you knew there was

No consequence

For you

Working every hour that God sends

Until he shows up

Working every hour that God sends

He never shows up

Morals are wrong but the money’s good

You know I’d do the same if I only could

Cause I’m broke

And I’m stone broke

So you better harbour the feeling

We’re all?

inside

With our spineless little smiles

All in all you knew there was

No consequence

For me

Harbour the feeling

Broke