There’s nothing left to say now oh oh oh I’m giving up, giving up he he Giving up now I keep fallin’, I keep fallin’ down We fall, we falling But I keep pushing on and on and on and on Bumba rumba rum awh awh Who knows how long? I've been awake now

We were born to be together And it hurts like hell To be torn apart To be thrown around I could only be myself with you around Oh, with you around And now there’s nothing left for me to think about Whoa, to think about.

Buckfast Powersmash! From Scotland's bonnie shores we set sail In search of alcohol, the drunkard's holy grail 'Cause a pirate's life is empty without booze The situation's dire, we've got nothing to lose To England we ride With vengeance on our minds

(Left for no one) There'll be nothing left for no one Oh, there'll be nothing left for no one, no If you don't stop living your life Turned to one side with a blind eye Left for no one Tell me that you need me To help you find a way

You fell into our arms We're rotten fruit We're damaged goods What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We're backdrifters We tried but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do This far but no further

Hey hey hey Nothing's okay We're a long way from home And everything's strange David won't you let me know if there's any other way We're out on the road Oh, except for this night And nothing's okay We'll be okay

So high, and then I fell Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell Can't stop the ringing Drinking, drugged up, completely shot to hell Left behind, ain't nothing left to sell Oh, ain't nothing left to sell The hatred of your blood So tortured, so insane

Oh, yeah, I'll still take you home So what do you know? Oh-woah, woah, woah Oh, you know nothing Yeah, but I'll still take you home Well, it's ever so funny 'Cause I don't think you're special, I don't think you're cool You're just probably alright But

I know what it feels like Nothing really matters I breathe her Every time I see her, oh She completes me How she reads me Right or wrong It's so clear she's All that I need

Ooh, God, that's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you I need the trouble with trust Ooh, God, that's the trouble with us Got me fighting naked, nothing sacred We're tearing paint off the walls It's on the edge of emotional I see that look in