What's The Use In Crying?

Well, I've been sitting in the alley A pint of whiskey to my face And I've been yelling at that window My words find naught but empty space Take more of this and less of that Is what wise-men always say Got no hands upon my body Got no lips upon my heart But what's the use in crying I stood and stumbled, hit a brick wall Dusted off and found my way She let me in after my knocking In whispered words I heard her say Take more of this and less of that I know a drunk a mile away Got no hands upon my body Got no lips upon my heart But what's the use in crying She said well I got something for ya But you're gonna have to pay I stuck my hand down in my pocket But I had nothing plain as day I can't get none of that with this She says come back another day Got no hands upon my body Got no lips upon my heart But what's the use in crying Honey, what's the use in crying