No news is good news. That's what they say. But there'll be some along later (for the idiots who need it, who can't live without it, who can't even breathe, and can't think). Not that I care about the news. I don't care! I piss on the news and the people who report it. I'm a rebel! I'm an outlaw! But I have a feeling in my water that there will be some later. Just my vicious luck. I'm cursed. This is merely the start of another year. So don't get excited, my friend(s). Don't come in your pants. For my part, I'm not going to get excited - not yet.
I must calm down. Maybe there won't be anything later. Let's pray. I'm not promising myself a thing, I'm that negative. Not the news, no. I'm not predicting anything - not the news, no, for you; oh, you're on your own, foolish child(ren). Try to understand: I'm not looking forward and I'm certainly not looking back. Is it true? Honestly, I intend to exist in this moment until the next moment arrives. Then I will exist in that one. I'm afraid it's the only way to do business. Even though there is no business. If only there were a way, if only there were ... I could touch you, my hands around your throat. That would be some business. It might get in the papers.
Bad news? Outer space doesn't care. The planets don't care. The billions of suns do not care. Haven't you heard the news? Sadly, there is no news. Yes, I'm writing to myself, love letters, and hate letters. I'm all mixed up! This is the way into the future. But there is no future. I could pretend. I could tell lies. Some people make a very good living out of lies, even their absurd opinions. Can you believe that? I must tell the truth. There is no truth. Jesus! These words of mine. I was looking for something a bit more civilized, but I can only be the barbarian that I am. Will I be taking prisoners this year? What do you think?
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
Join me! Sing it! Out loud. Or whisper it, quietly to yourself. I'm not fussed. It's the attitude that matters.
Bunch of zombies, talking crap. I don't need it. I don't need living dead people in my life, in my consciousness. Could they be more lame? No! Could they be more dead and still be breathing, just to annoy me, like I deserve such punishment?
Friend(s), I'm glad you found this for yourself because the pieces of shit don't want you to know about it. This is rock 'n' roll. Don't let anyone tell you any different. They'll say I have no authority. Ha! I have natural authority. I was born with it. No big boss with my prick in his back pocket gave it to me! They'll say I have no right. Oh, I'm a human being, for Christ's sake! I have human rights, don't I?!
(And they care about you, but not like I care? I do not care? Work it out for yourself. It'll take a little thought.)
So join me.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
Try to sing. Let the living dead hear it!
I must calm down. Maybe there won't be anything later. Let's pray. I'm not promising myself a thing, I'm that negative. Not the news, no. I'm not predicting anything - not the news, no, for you; oh, you're on your own, foolish child(ren). Try to understand: I'm not looking forward and I'm certainly not looking back. Is it true? Honestly, I intend to exist in this moment until the next moment arrives. Then I will exist in that one. I'm afraid it's the only way to do business. Even though there is no business. If only there were a way, if only there were ... I could touch you, my hands around your throat. That would be some business. It might get in the papers.
Bad news? Outer space doesn't care. The planets don't care. The billions of suns do not care. Haven't you heard the news? Sadly, there is no news. Yes, I'm writing to myself, love letters, and hate letters. I'm all mixed up! This is the way into the future. But there is no future. I could pretend. I could tell lies. Some people make a very good living out of lies, even their absurd opinions. Can you believe that? I must tell the truth. There is no truth. Jesus! These words of mine. I was looking for something a bit more civilized, but I can only be the barbarian that I am. Will I be taking prisoners this year? What do you think?
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
Join me! Sing it! Out loud. Or whisper it, quietly to yourself. I'm not fussed. It's the attitude that matters.
Bunch of zombies, talking crap. I don't need it. I don't need living dead people in my life, in my consciousness. Could they be more lame? No! Could they be more dead and still be breathing, just to annoy me, like I deserve such punishment?
Friend(s), I'm glad you found this for yourself because the pieces of shit don't want you to know about it. This is rock 'n' roll. Don't let anyone tell you any different. They'll say I have no authority. Ha! I have natural authority. I was born with it. No big boss with my prick in his back pocket gave it to me! They'll say I have no right. Oh, I'm a human being, for Christ's sake! I have human rights, don't I?!
(And they care about you, but not like I care? I do not care? Work it out for yourself. It'll take a little thought.)
So join me.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
I have nothing left to lose, and I do not care.
Try to sing. Let the living dead hear it!
