Sitting by yourself again, 
No friends are near, 
You got a needle in one hand, 
And in the other one a beer. 
You can't cope with life, 
You can even get up, 
Who's gonna help you? 
You've got to pick yourself up. 
But I've got no problems, 
I've got no problems... 
Your mind's so fuckin clouded, 
You cant see through the haze.