Son of a Bitch Songtext

von Quimby

I got no horn to blow your fears
I got no lies to wash your tears
I got no soul to lift your body
I got no friends, daddy or mommy

I got no hell to burn your heaven
I got no sin just the deadly seven
Don't have the joy to stir up the power
Don't have the feel for a real good lover

I got nothing but the lonely purple sun
I got nothing and I'm sure it makes you run
Don't you know I'm empty as a recluse house
I'm just strumbling like a lousy Mickey Mouse

I got nothing and I'm a weak son of a bitch...

I got no God to train my monkey
Don't have the guts for hanky-panky
I got no punk to spark some fire
I got no bird upon the wire

I got no spirit to shake my bones
I like the Beatles but more the Stones
I got no passion for the right direction
Don't even want no satisfaction

I got nothing but the lonely purple sun
I got nothing and I'm sure it makes you run
Don't you know I'm empty as a recluse house
I'm just strumbling like a lousy Mickey Mouse

I got nothing and I'm a weak son of a bitch...

Don't you know I'm empty as a recluse house
I'm just strumbling like a lousy Mickey Mouse

I got nothing and I'm a weak son of a bitch...