You once had a home, a job   A family and pride   But we all have a price we'll pay   When things go wrong inside   Don't wear diamonds   And now you don't wear gold   And in the bruises on your face   There's stories to be told   In the shadow of a cold stone   Freezing to the bone   But you keep a warm fire burning in your soul   'Cause you're gonna spend a black night   Console a sad man   In a hungry city with a million hungry hearts      When you stand in Sackville   It's a different world from the one   You knew where little   Boys meet little girls      As you tread your path   Through a jaundiced corridor   Where each day has no beginning and no end   There are those out here   Who claim to be so good   I suspect that Jesus holidayed in Hell   Oh what you'd do for a hot drink   Or a warm coat   Or what you'd give   For a means to get you outta here   It rains upon your head   Lines on your face become   Rivers into which you cry your secret tears, secret tears   Secret tears, secret tears      When you stand in Sackville   It's a different world from the one   You knew where little   Boys meet little girls      The first night we saw you   We were laughing at you   We were hanging on the side of the Cortina   Oh yeah you seemed so strong   Stronger than a man could ever be   Laughing with your sisters in the rain   Dancing on a curbstone   When last you saw her   But when the trick goes wrong there's no one there to help her   There's not a thing that I can do about it   I guess I'll just go home and write a song about it   Song about it   Write about it   Write about it      When you stand in Sackville   It's a different world from the one   You knew where little   Boys meet little girls   It's a cold and trembling girl   Leans into a strange car   Nods unspoken words to an unseen   Driver sitting there