Lowlife - it's real 
It's Friday night and you've got no steel 
You can cry all you like 
But the [bad word] still hurts and the hurt still bites 
And it [bad word] down to a very low high 

No give - no take 
You can't rely on a state of grace 
You can cry all you like 
But the pressure's on when the vein gets tight 
And it's all because of these cynical times 

Lowlife, Lowlife 

No aim -no goal 
No guiding light that can take control 
You can cry all you like 
But you still don't speak to a world outside 
And it's all because of the sun in your eyes 

Lowlife, Lowlife 

You can have it all but not at all fill that hole 
You can make this deal go underground 
All the saints are praying hard for your soul 
You can buy some wheels [bad word] them down 

No aim - no goal 
No guiding light that can take control 
And it [bad word] down to a very low life 

Lowlife, Lowlife