Lyrics:

When the weatherman says sunshine
But the beams dont touch your window-sill
When the weatherman says sunshine
And the beams dont never touch your window-sill
You know the good times didnt get you
And you know that the hard times will

All my money gone
Everyday theres a knocking on the door
All my money gone
Everyday theres a loud knocking on the door
Its that mean old rent collector-man
Hes coming back to get himself some more

All my money gone
All my money gone
Man says: you gotta pay your bills now
Or I have to put yall out on the street

Dancing the golden calf
People dont see the writing on the wall
When youre down so low, you know
You aint got so far to fall
In this city full of plenty
Some folks just got a piece of street and thats all

See them poor homeless people
Shoving grocery-carts along the street
Carry everything they own
In a grocery-cart they shove along the street
See them lie in the gutter
Lost their hope - lost their pride and dignity