Poetry Don’t Pay

Well we used to be new shoes
Now we're lacking sole
Used to be a new coat
Now we're full of holes
Used to be a new hat
Now we're worn and torn
Used to be all Saturday night
Now we're Monday morn

Old school
Old ways
And poetry don't pay any of the bills

Well we used to be an exercise mat
Now we're a tatty rug
Used to be contenders
Now we're full of drugs
Used to be like butcher's dogs
Now we've got no bone
Used to be all Saturday night
Now we're Monday morn

Old school
Old ways
And poetry don't pay any of the bills

Old school
Old ways
And poetry don't pay any of the bills

Well we used to be the living room
Now we're just the hall
Used to be the path and gate
Now we're the mossy wall
Used to be the lights were on
Now nobody's home
Used to be all Saturday night
Now we're Monday morn

Old school
Old ways
And poetry don't pay any of the bills
Any of the bills
Any of the bills