Songtext von Low Life

Lowlife - it's real It's Friday night and you've got no steel You can cry all you like But the truth still hurts and the hurt still bites And it all comes 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 and run them down No aim - no goal No guiding light that can take control And it all comes down to a very low life Lowlife, Lowlife