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