Misery As Currency

Standing strong, running wild, [beat] flying free, I wish I could afford that kind of dream, but What's a man with misery as his currency? And I know I've said a great many things, Pockets full of promises I've yet to keep. IOUs too high to pay, don't got that kind of money And spare change, anger, hate, always rattling in some tin can, my piggy bank, savin' for a treat So I'll go down to the market where they're selling fleas And I'll buy you for my misery, yeah I'll buy you with my misery, yeah Trade you for my misery. And you can be my lie of lies, Filthy sanctuary, a rundown lullaby Delusional, I know I am, But what's a man with misery as his only currency??