| 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 |