You
got nothing.
You got nothing.
You got nothing.
One, two, three, four.
It's in my head,
overgrown like the mud on the road.
Food in the fridge.
Found a friend who's got nowhere to be.
You're kind of scared but you wanted to see.
You're cold like a bullet.
Psycho, I'm spottin'.
Seven worms inside my head.
Wish I could ignore it.
At night turn to morning, I'm laying in bed.
But I don't sleep.
Like a worm caught in the sun,
dried up and still out of luck.
Like a worm caught in the sun,
dried up and still out of luck.
Away you go,
I know I can tell you forgot about me.
My car isn't running,
should be happy morning if I have a place that I need to be.
It's like a bad headache,
the last call check before you're back at your place.
Sleep all day, not a green in your face.
Speaks the curse, it's brought to the shame.
Like a worm caught in the sun,
dried up and still out of luck.
Like a worm caught in the sun,
dried up and still out of luck.
Like a worm caught in the sun,
dried up and still out of luck.
Like a worm caught in the sun,
dried up and still out of luck.