bye bye my social life
blind glasses of shops is empty tonight
i know my wife is [bad word] dirty as can be
but she's in my blood
and Ann sells her for free
whatever who you are
a man or a girl 
in our head

we're all homeless and dead

don't treat me so hard
don't treat me this way
my inner god
he knows that i'm ok

whatever who you are
a man or a girl 
in our head

we're all homeless and dead

bye bye my social life
any paper burns, your pockets in dust
my boots with holes
dirty as can be
like small falling eyelash 
you can be free

no, i don't treat them hard, no
no, i don't treat them anyway
my inner god
you know man, i'm ok

whatever who you are
a man or a girl 
in our head

we're all homeless and dead