(ron wood, ronnie lane)

I shake and I shudder and I shiver
In my bath while its cold and my windows are broken,
As my poor dog lays a-chokin on the floor.

I cried to my father and my mother,
Theres no justice divine,
I wonder when I get mine.
cause Im so sick and tired of waitin for the lord.

I find just what it is Im looking for

Theres a man wants to show me the river.
Hoofing at five Ill be more dead than alive.
I find a reason to survive when Im too old.

Should I walk in the lightning and the thunder
On a hilltop so high and show my face to the sky ?
Will I find just what it is Im looking for ?