Cuddling a Cigarette Lyrics

Yes it"s hard times,
No-one"s giving nothing,
hard times,
no-one"s getting nothing.
We"re all trying just to take a little,
but the bottom fell out,
the top and the middle.
It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette,
but I found her,
cuddling a cigarette.

Roof"s a-leakin",
it"s coming through the ceiling.
Paint"s a-peelin",
can hear my coffin sealing.
Sold my car just to buy some fuel,
Sold my kids just to buy them gruel.
It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette,
but I found her,
cuddling a cigarette.
Holes in my soles;
yeah they"re getting old.
Holes in my clothes,
letting in the cold,
shave my beard with a butcher"s knife:
I"m really not that fussed with life.
It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette,
but I found her,
cuddling a cigarette.
I"ve got plans,
Yeah I"ve got dreams,
of my pockets,
bursting at the seams.
Money"s like the cells inside:
you need some in order to multiply.
It was cold when I went looking for my girl Suzette,
but I found her,
cuddling a cigarette.