Lowlife - it's real 

It's Friday night and you've got no steel 

You can cry all you like 

But the truth still hurts and the hurt still bites 

And it all comes down to a very low high 



No give - no take 

You can't rely on a state of grace 

You can cry all you like 

But the pressure's on when the vein gets tight 

And it's all because of these cynical times 



Lowlife, Lowlife 



No aim -no goal 

No guiding light that can take control 

You can cry all you like 

But you still don't speak to a world outside 

And it's all because of the sun in your eyes 



Lowlife, Lowlife 



You can have it all but not at all fill that hole 

You can make this deal go underground 

All the saints are praying hard for your soul 

You can buy some wheels and run them down 



No aim - no goal 

No guiding light that can take control 

And it all comes down to a very low life 



Lowlife, Lowlife