Broke.

Here i live stony broke.
I will tell thee living without money is no bloody joke.
I haven't got two copper pennies to rub together.
At present i am living through very stormy weather.
Get by the best i can.
Around here they call me poor skint dan.
I eat what i can find.
Some people give me food yes some can be really kind.
Everyday i shed a tear.
Everyday for me is fear.
Every morning i wake up inside my cold damp tent.
Wishing for a change that is heaven sent.
But every morning for me the same.
Christ i am sick of living this earthly game.