Gimmie Something

He's been wasting his time Running out of all kinds of luck He's been going down the line Living in the back of his truck With his all American steel reserve He puts it in the bag and he sits on a curb And he says Hey, come on, give me money Hey, come on, give me money You've been living your life doing all kinds of drugs Well I've been spending my time trying not to fall in love When you come over with your dirty spoon Stay on my couch and you howl at the moon and you say Hey, come on, give me something Hey, come on, give me something Hey, come on, give me something Hey, come on, give me something