B-Side of my Lullaby

If I had a nickel
I wouldn't need any more
I wouldn't be so fickle with you all
I wouldn't be a whore
No, I wouldn't be a whore
If I had a nickel
I'd still want for more

Diamonds and rings are not my kinds of things
So why do I still find them in all of my dreams?
Do I have a problem? Is there something wrong?
Or am I just a poor boy wanting to be known?

I can see the exit now, it's oh so far away
So I think I'll try it on some other day
But now I'm getting older
And now I've gotten old
I realize all the things I sold
Were pieces of my soul

So if I had a nickel
I'd trade it for a dime
And give away all my money
So I could save up all my time
I wouldn't be a whore
No, I wouldn't be a whore
If I had a nickel
I wouldn't want any more