Can't Buy a Thrill

This prayer is for wisdom

This one here's for grace

In peter's land of never never

Exploding stars and space

Candy's gone into hiding

Sandy's out on bail

Out in the open market now

Everything's for sale

If the girls and drugs don't get you

The liquor surely will

This one's for jody

Can't buy a thrill

If this old world don't beat you

I swear on my last pill

Con't get around much

Can't buy a thrill

It's cold in english winter

It's cold in english sun

Curled up tight in my room

With old steely gun

Photos and paper cuttings

Adorn the walls and floor

The telephones rings endlessly

No one answers anymore

If the girls and drugs don't get you

The liquor surely will

This one's for jody

Can't buy a thrill

If this old world don't beat you

I swear on my last pill

Con't get around much

Can't buy a thrill

No one coming by much

No one coming here

Only the wild eyed stranger

Trading on my fear

Out across the distance

Beating on my door

I hear mamas footsteps now

Bolting up the door