G             Bm           C            G
Well I have lost everything that I own
G       G                       D       
No, I haven't got a penny to my name
G                       Bm
I have scraped and I have saved
        C               G
And I stole from the depraved
                G       D            G
And there ain't no money to be saved

And I have worked every god-given hour
To keep this roof above my head
Yet I still find at the end of the day
That it's just not enough to get fed

        C               G
And I've scraped every barrel
        C               G
And I've drank every dreg
   G      Bm            C       G
Yet I still find at the end of the day
G                    D          G
There is still no woman in my bed

And there used to be a day
When I'd bring home my pay
And my daddy, he would be so proud
And he'd say "Well done, son
You deserve what you have won
Just make sure you don't piss it all away"

And then I went and pissed it all away
And then I hung my head in shame
And then I went back, the very next day
And I done it all over again

And he'd say "Oh, my son
Look what you've become
You're a singer in a one-horse band
Oh, I had such high hopes
That you'd be one of those blokes
With a pick and a shovel in your hand"

So I used to work the stage
Just to earn a little wage
To keep the wolf from at my door
But kicking shit up a hill
Just don't give me the same thrills
And I don't want to do it anymore

And you just stood there, laughing
Saying I ain't got what it takes
Well I only know one bloody speed
And there ain't no fucking brakes

And he'd say "Oh, my son
Look what you've become
You're a singer in a one-horse band
Oh, I had such high hopes
That you'd be one of those blokes
With a pick and a shovel in your hand"

So fuck all of you
You don't know what I can do
You've only come to watch me drown
Will I sink or will I swim?
Will I endeavour to win?
At least I'm not working for a clown

And he'd say "Oh, my son
Look what you've become
You're a singer in a one-horse band
Oh, I had such high hopes
That you'd be one of those blokes
With a pick and a shovel in your hand"

And he'd say "Oh, my son
Look what you've become
You're a singer in a one-horse band
Oh, I had such high hopes
That you'd be one of those blokes
With a pick and a guitar in your hand"