Dig in the trash, there`s nothing to eat
Sores on my tongue, sores on my feet
Open the fridge, there`s only pickles and beer
Breakfast of champions, only things served in here
Nothing is something I`ll get some today
Nothing is something I`m wasting away
Nothing is something my life`s in decay
Nothing is something
Going to a party, to look for my friends
I know I ain`t got none, hell I can always pretend
Everyone will be there, where the girls go
I don`t know where it is, And I don`t know where to go
Things I do, decisions I make
My life story`s a comic book, that explains the way I look