Dig in the trash, there's nothing to eat

Sores on my tongue, sores on my feet

Open the fridge, there's only pickles and beer

Breakfast of champions, only things served in here



Nothing is something I'll get some today

Nothing is something I'm wasting away

Nothing is something my life's in decay

Nothing is something



Going to a party, to look for my friends

I know I ain't got none, hell I can always pretend

Everyone will be there, where the girls go

I don't know where it is, And I don't know where to go

Things I do, decisions I make

My life story's a comic book, that explains the way I look