Pound Sterling

Go on my dear
Go and give it to your own

I know this is tiring, but in a few miles we will be there
Please let it be so, they are all there waiting for you

And I pledge you now, in a puff of haze
It will all be done and you will take a rest

And if a broken piece of pound sterling comes our way
Then we won't have to worry about the bills
And we won't have to worry on how to feed the children
At least for now, at least for now

Touch your wrist
Feel your blood flowing as your folds flee
There is only one way now