I got nowhere to be
And nowhere to go
I got nothing to do
And no room to grow
So my arms are all short
I don't have any hands
Just got a broken guitar,
and a rock n' roll band
I'm sick of living in this box
Got a pair of lungs
That hurt all day
I got nothing to lose,
But I got nothing to say
So I took a guitar string
And I sewed my lips
Cause I got nothing to say
And no one to kiss