Alba s touto skladbou:
Pocket Full Of Gold,
Music was my hobby, something that I did for fun
Now that it's become a job, the damage has been done
No amount of money can repair my broken lungs
And who cares what yer makin' if yer makin' it alone
Sick all the time, I miss my wife - I quit
Got better things to do with my life - I quit
I quit - I quit
Go ahead and say it, tell me I'm getting old
Tell me I'm a sellout, but it's you that's being sold
See, I refuse to think of rock and roll as my career
Tell me all my opportunities, ask me if I care
The rock star lifestyle ain't for me - I quit
Got somewhere else I'd rather be, so I quit
I quit - I quit
Go ahead and say it, call me a fuckin' wimp
Just cuz I've got a different kind of life that I wanna live
You can criticize my ideals and my priorities
But ultimately I don't give a flying fuck what you think of me
I don't believe in that macho shit - I quit
I know there's no way you can understand it - I quit
Sick all the time, I miss my wife - I quit
Got better things to do with my life - I quit
I quit - I quit
What'd ya think, I wanted to be Mick Jagger or something,
Playing the pixie at 50 or 60?
Gimme a break!
I mean,I don't wanna grow up and all that, but
The time has come for me to say…
I quit
