You laugh at things you don't understand
Wash my blood from your feeble hands
And even though your trying hard
All you do is turn away"¦"¦.sharpen up your knives
Nowhere man, nowhere man,
Your happy as a pig in sand
You glut yourself on the fat of the land
Climbing up your ladder high
Treading on your fellow man"¦"¦"¦your no friend of mine
Bowing down, you never make a stand
Beat the Jones's if you can"¦..huh
In you ugly clothes you feel so grand
Take a look at yourself"¦"¦you're a fuck of a man
And day by day your looking back
A steady job, a tenancy "¦"¦"¦. That ain't a lot
You laugh at things you don't understand
Wash my blood right off your hands
You nowhere, nowhere, nowhere man
Nowhere man, nowhere man,
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