This prayer is for wisdom

This one here's for grace

In peter's land of never never

Exploding stars and space.

Candy's gone into hiding

Sandy's out on bail

Out in the open market now

Everything's for sale.

If the girls and drugs don't get you

The liquor surely will

This one's for jody

Can't buy a thrill.

If this old world don't beat you

I swear on my last pill

Can't get around much

Can't buy a thrill.

It's cold in english winter

It's cold in english sun

Curled up tight in my room

With old steely gun

Photos and paper cuttings

Adorn the walls and floor

The telephones rings endlessly

No one answers anymore.

If the girls and drugs don't get you

The liquor surely will

This one's for jody

Can't buy a thrill.

If this old world don't beat you

I swear on my last pill

Can't get around much

Can't buy a thrill.

No one coming by much

No one coming here

Only the wild eyed stranger

Trading on my fear

Out across the distance

Beating on my door

I hear mamas footsteps now

Bolting up the door.