This prayer is for wisdom 
This one here's for grace 
In peter's land of never never 
Exploding stars and space 
Candy's gone into hiding 
Sandy's out on bail 
Out in the open market now 
Everything's for sale 
If the girls and drugs don't get you 
The liquor surely will 
This one's for jody 
Can't buy a thrill 
If this old world don't beat you 
I swear on my last pill 
Can't get around much 
Can't buy a thrill 
It's cold in english winter 
It's cold in english sun 
Curled up tight in my room 
With old steely gun 
Photos and paper cuttings 
Adorn the walls and floor 
The telephones rings endlessly 
No one answers anymore 
If the girls and drugs don't get you 
The liquor surely will 
This one's for jody 
Can't buy a thrill 
If this old world don't beat you 
I swear on my last pill 
Can't get around much 
Can't buy a thrill 
No one coming by much 
No one coming here 
Only the wild eyed stranger 
Trading on my fear 
Out across the distance 
Beating on my door 
I hear mamas footsteps now 
Bolting up the door