When you're down on your luck Aand you just can't cope When the times are bleak And the friends are few Don't turn to me 'cause I'm no hope Don't turn to me 'cause I don't know what to do
Maybe you should have a drink I don't know why you ever stopped anyway
Oh, it's rough Baby, to live Oh, it's hard Baby, to survive Everyday lately My mind feels like glass Ready to be smashed Ready to be smashed
Oh well, my best friend Took a bullet through his eye First he had a patch Now he's got a glass eye One hard, glass eye He says sometimes he wishes Both his eyes were glass
Well, it's rough Baby, to live And it's hard Baby, to survive Everyday lately My mind feels like glass Ready to be smashed I'm ready to be smashed
At times I lock myself up In my room Don't come over While I listen to a record I stare at the cover Don't come over Don't come over 'cause I'm no hope to you I'm no hope to you
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