Son of a Bitch - Quimby, Gabor Subicz, Tamás Meleg

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…