I don’t have much going for me.
Pinning all my hope on a melody.
I don’t have much going for me.
Nothing left to take; what could I bring?
Everything you done means little now.
Pull yourself together, somehow.
It’s not like you have much choice in the matter.
Everything you built lies in tatters.
I don’t have much going for me.
Pinning all my hope on a verse and a beat.
I don’t have much going for me.
Nothing left to take; what could I bring?
Nothing you have said has mattered much.
Worthless yellow rocks. Everything you touch.
Take the clutter in your mind and start to sort shit.
You’re not the only one who decides what’s important.
I don’t have much going for me.
Pinning all my hope on a verse and a beat.
I don’t have much going for me.
Nothing left to take; what could I bring?
In the dark beyond the spotlight of the victim mystique.
Grab a fucking paddle if you head up shit creek.
Stillness of the mind, precisely zero fucks.
Buck the fuck up son, untie the knots in your guts.
I don’t have much going for me.
Pinning all my hope on a verse and a beat.
I don’t have much going for me.
Nothing left to take; what could I bring?
Nothing left to take; what could I bring?
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