Billy Pettinger - Selling Plasma Lyrics

They cut my hours cause a mother of four got hired and they said she needed money more
Now I split my time between the cafe and the liquor store
I tried to tell you I ain't got much time cause of the hospital bills and the rent's behind
I sell what blood I have and take the hours I can find
Oh Lord
If you can hear me now
This time
I could use some help
I worked at double at the restaurant and closed at the shop
I tell the bank why I don't answer but they still won't stop
"Just make that minimum," he says
That's all his boss wants
But I wrote a bunch of checks to cover that time
They gave me the wrong drugs and I almost died
Is it too soon to tell you it wasn't the first time
Oh Lord
Someone had let me down
Good god
If you could hear yourself
Most of the people in this world
They don't give a shit
What kind of year you had
What kind of mess you're in
They ain't got the time
And they won't part with a dime
Cause all their money is tied up in the next house they're buying
Everybody's sick of hearing you're just sick
And they ain't got the energy or light to give
They keep it for themselves
They keep it for themselves
You kept it for yourself