Mott The Hoople - Too Short Arms Lyrics

(Morgan Fisher / Ray Major)

Last night I woke up on a subway train
Travelling round and round all night
My head was hurting and my clothes were torn
It must have been a hell of a fight

And you know it doesn't feel so funny
When you're waking up at half past eight
And they've taken all your stuff and your money
And you wonder was it something you said

Yes I know I ain't exactly
A clean livin' boy
Sometimes it just ain't fair
When I get home to you
After all I've been through
You'll only scream and shout
'cos your money's run out

I don't care
If you go to work
I don't care
If you stay at home
But if you go downtown
That you're pulling around
Why don't you leave me alone

You said to me that I'm wasting my life
I've played it just like your fool
You're no give and no talk
I guess it won't get too far
It ain't done me no harm
It don't follow me at all

You said to me that I've been wasting your time
Your gonna find another man
I've had all I can take
Won't you give us a break
I'm sick and tired of people trying to tell me what I am

I don't care
If I go to heaven
I don't care
If I stay in hell
'cos I know that I'm doing
What I really wanna do
And you know that I'm doing it well

Yes I know I didn't love my mamma
I got everything wrong at school
All the touble I had from my dear old dad
Tonight you sit tight I'm gonna give it to you

I don't care
If you go to work
I don't care
If you stay at home
But if you go downtown
That you're pulling around-ac