No cash
No dope
No band
No love

No friend is comin’
A headache is hummin’

How come that I knew it
How come that I pushed it
Out of its run

No pal
No beer
No fan
No mood

Noone pleased to listen
Noone cares I’m missin’

How come that I knew it
How come that I pushed it
Out of its run

I’m stickin’ in a place without sound
Stillness is choppin’ my ground
To wake up is always depressive
To wake up is what always the mess is

Can’t get no leg on the ground

No use
No truth
No guts
It’s all blues

Noone’s doin’ true
Noone feels like you

I’m carryin’ it to far
I’m carryin’ it to ya
Back in its run