1990 Songtext
von The Dirty Nil

You worry about things
That never come to pass
At night, you′re all alone
A slave to your cell phone

Betray yourself
With chemicals and constant self-doubt
And now you're used up
You′re outta luck and had enough


I had a friend who
Reminds me of you
He blew his top
He split his seam
And that's the end it seems

Betray yourself
With chemicals and constant self-doubt
And now you're used up
You′re outta luck and had enough

Betray yourself
With chemicals and constant self-doubt
And now you′re used up
You're outta luck and had enough

Had enough
Had enough
Had enough