(ron wood, ronnie lane)

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

I cried to my father and my mother,
There's no justice divine,
I wonder when i get mine.
'cause i'm so sick and tired of waitin' for the lord.

I find just what it is i'm looking for

There's a man wants to show me the river.
Hoofing at five i'll be more dead than alive.
I find a reason to survive when i'm 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 i'm looking for ?