I have a pack and a guitar and a coat and a bike

What do you have?

I have a pair of boots with a split in the sole and no rent to pay

I have a scarf that smells like my girl

I leave my laptop to go to the pisser in the pub, no one wants it

Because people are good

Good at knowing what’s worth stealing

You can take my boots but you can’t take my gold soul

I’d sell my soul for fool’s gold

You’re tired, and so am I, more fatigued than I’ve ever been

I need to find me a floor so’s I can dream a sad dream