When you're down on your luck and 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

Every day 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

Every day 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