Changing weather
 Changing weather
 It gets no better.

 Room for improvment
 Room for rent
 Needs money spent

 I've got no sense of purpose
 I sit alone, I sit alone
 Got no sense of belonging
 Getting old, getting old
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 [bad word] 
 There's no one here to help me drown my sorrows
 With just a splash, of holy water
 And I can't see a thing beyond tomorrow
 Praise the lord for holy water

 Born to be guilty
 Born to be bad
 Can't miss what can't be had
 Time for reflection
 Time to think
 Time to have another drink

 I've got no sense of purpose
 I took the blame, but I felt no shame
 Got no sense of belonging
 It's getting late, getting late