No Cigarettes (исполнитель: Withered Hand)
Think me and you could maybe use a lost weekend I've been losing all my friends I wave another empty bottle in your face, Like I'm hitting it hard But it's just pretend 'cos you know I'm not I wouldn't know where to start I've been there before I went and got lost, Always the back end of this pantomime horse All we seem to do these days is wave our arms and yell Other people are [bad word] And what's that song you're singing, everybody hurts? And everybody lies, Don't wanna remember, too many regrets And no cigarettes 'cos I'm not a smoker, But I said I was And the elevator stuck between the floors Is getting to me Don't let him forsake you Wrack him up and knock him down again You're changing direction I won't know where I was The back end of the pantomime horse Is getting to me Maestro, a [bad word] roll please This is the golden age Staring down the corners of the room Another nowhere town When everything I sing is in a minor key I have to write it down, Or I won't remember Then I'll get it wrong This isn't the song, I'm thinking I'm not the singer That I thought I was In the solitude before the applause Is getting to me Maestro a [bad word] roll please This is the golden age