Pockets

Walking with hands in pockets

Nothing but hands in pockets

Walking with hands in pockets again and again

Wearing my old dirty rags

People tend to laugh

My hair has grown long

My beard is a mess

She won't even look

Into my eyes

She puts on a mean disguise

Walking with hands in pockets

Nothing but hands in pockets

Walking with hands in pockets again and again

Got me a bottle of rum

Shadows following me

Are they real?

You tell me

They hit me in the head

Under a bridge I bled

Took me to the hospital

I didn't live

Walking with hands in pockets

Nothing but hands in pockets

Walking with hands in pockets again and again