No Love - Burning Love

Size me up and cut me down, cut me down to size

Up from something down to nothing, nothing in your eyes

Gotta be wrong, you gotta be wrong

You’ve got to lose some time

Gotta be wrong, you gotta be wrong

They’ve got to stand on someone’s pride

I can live without the praise of trust fund punks

If all the wrong moves shut me out then

I don’t ever want to need your love again

That old kicked feeling comes creeping back

On a mission, blind submission, submission to the pack

Gotta be wrong, you gotta be wrong

You’ve got to burn some time

Gotta be wrong, you gotta be wrong

You’re gonna swing for someone’s crimes

Run dry in inner circles.

All I ever wanted here was

A history written by the loser

If I’m nothing, give me nothing

You’ve got to lose some time

They’ve got to stand on someone else’s throat

(so why not mine?)

«Don't save your words, son, spend them everywhere

It’s a coward counts his words

And slips them out when the coast is clear

So lay your hateful burden down everywhere you can

They don’t have to like it and they don’t have to understand.»

Gotta be wrong, you gotta be wrong

You’ve got to lose some time

And the ones you throw away —

The rejects are mine