Nowhere man, nowhere man

You laugh at things you don't understand

Nowhere man, nowhere man

Wash my blood from your feeble hands


And even though your trying hard 

To make a better life

All you do is turn away... sharpen up your knives


Nowhere man, nowhere man,

Your happy as a pig in sand

Nowhere man, nowhere man

You glut yourself on the fat of the land


Climbing up your ladder high 

One step at a time

Treading on your fellow man... your no friend of mine


Nowhere man, nowhere man

Bowing down, you never make a stand

Nowhere man nowhere man

Beat the Jones's if you can... huh 


Nowhere man, nowhere man

In you ugly clothes you feel so grand

Nowhere man, nowhere man

Take a look at yourself... you're a fuck of a man


And day by day your looking back

To see what you have got 

A steady job, a tenancy... That ain't a lot


You laugh at things you don't understand

Wash my blood right off your hands

Nowhere man, nowhere man

You nowhere, nowhere, nowhere man

Nowhere man, nowhere man,

You nowhere, nowhere, nowhere man!