I was talking to my girl the other day and I said 'You know Your Problem Is Baby You Ain't Never Been Poor', She said 'What?' I said 'You know Your Problem Is Baby You Ain't Never Been Poor', She said 'What?' I said 'Your know Your Problem Is Baby You Ain't Never Been Poor', She said 'What?' I said 'your problem is baby that...' Chorus X2 You ain't never been poor You ain't never had to struggle You click your fingers you get more *click your fingers* You click your fingers you get double I get given or I take Your favourite mistake Well your friends all say I'm cheap Well they can fucking keep it I burn what I got Give you my last shot I wear genuine fake But I'm your favourite mistake CHORUS (Instrumental) You don't work but girl you live Your friends call me a spiv Well your friends can get to fuck Your friends don't drive a truck I got a tag in my leg Drink beer by the keg Well I wear genuine fake But I'm your favourite mistake Cause you ain't never been poor That's for sure You got the trust fund set up Degree in law But baby Come down off your horse Come down from the top floor The problem is you ain't never been.. CHORUS You click your fingers X3 Instrumental You click your fingers X3 You may click your fingers You may shake your head You take my arm baby shake my leg But come on, come all over me Well you may click your fingers And shake your head take my arm and shake my leg But come on, come all over me I said take my arm, take my leg Come pretty Mumma come and shake my leg And come on, come all over me CHORUS X2

Spit and sawdust, Sanctuary Jump on baby, show me how you ride And how you gyrate to the music, That rock'n'roll music all night long So with that stolen soul baby, You my Black Diamond She come alive in the moon light, Raped by the sun My Mumma gonna pray for me Please lord save my son now from that gyrating coyote The old holy roller So with that stolen soul baby, You my Black Diamond Down and dirty, sweet red cherry, Jump on baby, show me Yeah how you ride So with that stolen soul, You! - you drag me down Instrumental Now you may chase the devil. Chain me to my bed. Taste of my gun while it SHOOTS YOU That pretty head So with that stolen soul baby, you my Black Diamond So with that stolen soul now, you my Black Diamond So with that stolen soul now, YOU MY BLACK DIAMOND

They say, There is no sunshine when she's gone And I believed it to be true for so long Such an easy excuse, To break down and cry They say, There is no sunshine when you are alone Lying down in a cell of your own To dig the hole inside And searching in despair the smallest piece of light But I don't wanna be a junkie of love I wanna find my own light and share it with someone Staying whole and free with what I have in me Guitar Solo And I don't wanna be a junkie of love I wanna find my own light and shine it with someone Staying whole and free with what I have in me And I don't wanna be a junkie of love I wanna find my own light and shine it with someone Staying whole and free with what I have in me

At a night my girls Pa stays at home Her Mumma would wear respectful clothes They'd all go vacation in the country Mumma would cook real nice grub Then Pa would recite religious stuff and they'd all sit and eat around the table Well I was brought up on a trailer park We had a colour TV and lots of dogs And we might spend one week a year down in Reno See Papa, he was a rolling stone Mumma would stay out all night long I'd get me a burger from the drive through CHORUS But Daddy's on death row Mumma's on welfare We just trying to figure out where it went wrong Sister does blue movies Brother does cocaine We gotta join that family circle at the throne Well my girls smart she went to school, She can read and write and a whole lot more She could go real far in this small town They got seven cars, 6 are covered in dust I got an old Ford truck and I don't know much But one thing I do know is I love my girl CHORUS Well I was talking to her mother not but yesterday She said the wedding date ain't so far away We'd really like to meet up with your family They can all come stay for a long weekend The girls could bake cookies round of golf for the men And all attend our church Sunday morning Well the statement she made really took me back I kinda went red and had a heart attack I said STOP RIGHT THERE Cause I gotta tell the truth... I said Mumma, well I've been lying to you, cause my Mumma ain't gonna be the next black president of the United States, See my papa's not working away on a children's orphanage in Alaska And my little sister, she ain't a fuckin' Nun! CHORUS X2

Well I'm walking down the track, I got tears in my eyes, Tryin' to read a letter from my love If that train rides me right, I'll be home tomorrow night, Cause I'm 900 Miles from my home REPEAT, REPEAT, REPEAT!