Song Poem by Kevin D Stroud 2018/BMI
1st Verse:
Sunday Night Soul Music midnight dancing crowd
Everyone’s swingin’ & swayin’, the Bands getting pretty loud
A tip jar full of money but that’s already spent,
Doctor bills, high blood pressure pills, part of next month’s rent
I talked to a homeless man standing outside the bar
He said, “You know back when I was your age, I dreamt of being a Star.”
Chorus:
“I’ve seen a lot of greats that never made it yet
Sometimes we all fall on hard times,
Pocket Lint & Cigarettes, yeah sometimes we all fall on hard time,
Pocket Lint & Cigarettes”
2nd Verse:
Monday Night dinner party, Monday Night NFL it’s on
Gourmet Pizzas in the Kitchen more than enough for everyone
A real close spread tonight, everyone’s placed their bets
One Punt Return it’s all over back to Pocket Lint & Cigarettes
Chorus:
“I’ve seen a lot of greats that never made it yet
Sometimes we all fall on hard times,
Pocket Lint & Cigarettes, yeah sometimes we all fall on hard time,
Pocket Lint & Cigarettes
It’s like being on the wrong side of history, lost identity,
another mystery sometimes life can bring regret,
sometimes we all fall on hard times
Pocket Lint & Cigarettes, yeah sometimes we all fall on hard times,
Pocket Lint & Cigarettes”
Bridge:
Painting all these scenes there’s a lesson in love and loss
I’d rather have loved and lost than never loved at all
Pocket Lint & Cigarettes, instant karma all is lost
You light one up after another, back up against the wall
Outro Chorus:
Pocket Lint & Cigarettes, yeah that’s the losing bet,
Pocket Lint & Cigarettes, yeah that’s the losing bet,
Pocket Lint & Cigarettes, Pocket Lint & Cigarettes