Dig in the trash. There's nothing to eat. Sores on my tongue. Sores on my feet. Open the fridge. There's only pickles and beer. Breakfast of champions. Only things served in here. Nothing is something I'll get some today. Nothing is something I'm wasting away. Nothing is something my life's in decay. Nothing is something. Going to a party. To look for my friends. I know I ain't got none. Hell I can always pretend. Everyone will be there. Where the girls go. I don't know where it is. And I don't know where to go. Things I do decisions I make. My life story's a comic book. That explains the way I look