I got nothin' for you
You can look under my rug
I got no smack for you
You’re entranced from that drug
I got no tears for you
I got nothin' to worry about
I got no fear for you no-no-no
My guns I just lay around
My body is aching inside out
And my nose is always cold
Am I still twenty-four
Or am I starting to grow old?
Am I growin' old?
Suicide is just a state of mind
Not for me, I’ve got places to hide
Day to day, nights are wicked
Stealing is my way of life
I got to pay my bills today
Where’d I leave my knife?
No-no-no-no
I’ve got nothin' for you
Nothin' for you