Nothin' For You

I got nothin' for you, well, you can look under my rug I got no smack for you, you're entranced from that drug I got no tears for you, I got nothin' to worry about I got no fear for you no, no, no, my guns it just lay around Well, my body is achin' inside out and my nose is always cold Am I still twenty-four or am I starting to grow old? Am I growin' old? Suicide is just a state of mind, not for me, I've got places to hide And day to day, nights are wicked, stealin' is my way of life I got to pay my bills today where'd I leave my knife Say, no, no, no, no I've got nothin' for you I've got nothin' for you I've got nothin' for you ...