No friends, no dreams, no pocket money.
  
  There?s a wall around my body,
  A fence around my kind.
  Nothing comes to me easily,
  not leastwise peace of mind.
  Still, I keep movin?,
  tryin? to break on through.
  I don?t know nothin? else to do.
  
  Peelin? paint above my head
  is just another sign.
  Black clouds in the distance,
  gettin? closer all the time.
  I gotta keep movin?,
  tryin? to break on through.
  I don?t know nothin? else to do.
  
  Sometimes when I think that things
  are bad as they can be,
  I see a fella standing
  lower down on the ladder than me.
  
  Now, I?m alive and kickin?
  Dust behind my heel.
  Long as I got my soul
  I?m on the good end of the deal
  And I?m gonna keep movin?,
  tryin? to break on through.
  I don?t know nothin? else to do.
  I gotta keep movin?.
  No friends, no dreams, no pocket money.
  So, I?m gonna keep movin?.
  No pocket money.