to a five penny piece
I shrunk to the size
as life made me hard
in the head and the eyes

so press ganged was I
on a leathery ship
that lived in a pocket
on the side of her hip

and life wasn't easy
and life wasn't hard
it was tough to bed down
'neath a sharp credit card

I dated a quarter
but often she snoozed
we'd laugh at the condom
that never got used

a religious medal
and I became mates
and we sung drunken songs
in between great debates

she'd spill us at parties
she'd drop us in cars
she'd hide us in restaurants
she'd lose us in bars

I fought with the euro
but rarely it budged
her lipstick was messy
and often got smudged

when the end came
it was ruthless and clean
that's how I got here..
in this vending machine