Trading

I'm just a poor boy
Coming from a small city
I'm just a poor boy
With no longer a spirit

I sold it to them so I could get food

I'm just a poor boy
Without a spirit
I'm just a poor boy
And I can no longer eat it
I sold it to them so I could get booze

I'm just a drunk boy
I'm just a drunk boy
Just a drunk boy
With no soul
I'm just a drunk boy
I'm just a drunk boy
I'm just a drunk boy
With no soul

I'm selling my soul
I'm selling my own
I'm trading my son
I'm trading to school
I'm giving his soul
So I can get booze

I love my son
I love my son
I'm just drunk
I'm just drunk

I'm just trading
I'm just trading
I'm just trading
I'm just trading