Broke

Hoarding the twenty in my pocket All week I've been bumming smokes Warming up to the wall socket Humming how life's a joke And I'm broke Yeah, I don't got no money And I won't have no money after this There's an echo Here at the bottom of the well I may be broke But not because I fell Building character with all these bad deals Keeled over in hunger pains I'm fielding questions about what is real From the saints There's an echo Here at the bottom of the well I may be broke But not because I fell No, I like it down here And I chose, I chose to be here Feels like home, feels like home And I'm comfortable right here