Letra de Thoughtless

in my money, i was at home to the beggar, i was so cold in my pockets, all that i could hold as i left here, this was all i was told... well, i get a dime for all of my good a nickel for all that i could and a quarter for all i said i would and i was left poor, poor, poor oh my, how poor as a thinker, i was so loud in my wisdom, i was profound as i left here, this was the sound... well, i get a dime for all of my good a nickel for all that i could and a quarter for all i said i would and i was left poor, poor, poor oh my, how poor oh my Lord by my own way, i felt very near when it shook me, this was all i could hear...