When youre down on your luck
Aand you just cant cope
When the times are bleak
And the friends are few
Dont turn to me
cause Im no hope
Dont turn to me
cause I dont know what to do
Maybe you should have a drink
I dont know why you ever stopped anyway
Oh, its rough
Baby, to live
Oh, its 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 hes got a glass eye
One hard, glass eye
He says sometimes he wishes
Both his eyes were glass
Well, its rough
Baby, to live
And its hard
Baby, to survive
Everyday lately
My mind feels like glass
Ready to be smashed
Im ready to be smashed
At times I lock myself up
In my room
Dont come over
While I listen to a record
I stare at the cover
Dont come over
Dont come over
cause Im no hope to you
Im no hope to you