Nothing to Spend

My tired feet Limed on the pavement Still feel your hand Tickling my nipple And all these dues that must be paid I'm late for my shift I'm fleeing a cold bed I'm, I'm late for my shift I just have nothing to spend On a dreamt highway Driven on your shivers As my blood flares up The asphalt shies away The morning brings me back to cell I'm late for my shift I'm fleeing a cold bed I'm, I'm late for my shift I just have nothing to spend I have nothing to spend I just have nothing to spend I have nothing to spend