doesn't mean anything

buzzcocks

you're looking at life through the wrong end by a telescope

you see a on a slippery slope

on the claws of death

in the back of your mind

everything exists in some shape or form

because you like to know your feelings

and you like to do your thing

and the whole world that's around you

doesn't mean anything

inner-city live

living with tracker dogs

too much information

running wild

that's what you buy

all you got now is your precious time

you live your life high

wondering why?"