I ain't got no car. And I've got one pair of jeans. They've been stretched too far. And now they're weak at the seams. I can't say what's next. And I got nothin' up my sleeve.
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I wont say a word. cause that only makes it worse. when lies are told and tears are shed. but it aint over for us yet. just get that outta your head.