When you're down on your luck

Aand you just can't cope

When the times are bleak

And the friends are few

Don't turn to me

'Cause I'm no hope

Don't turn to me

'Cause I don't know what to do



Maybe you should have a drink

I don't know why you ever stopped anyway



Oh, it's rough

Baby, to live

Oh, it's 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 he's got a glass eye

One hard, glass eye

He says sometimes he wishes

Both his eyes were glass



Well, it's rough

Baby, to live

And it's hard

Baby, to survive

Everyday lately

My mind feels like glass

Ready to be smashed

I'm ready to be smashed



At times I lock myself up

In my room

Don't come over

While I listen to a record

I stare at the cover

Don't come over

Don't come over

'Cause I'm no hope to you

I'm no hope to you