Sometimes i wonder what’s wrong with you anyway
There’s nothing and no-one you like and who likes you the way i do
But the way i do
Is not the way you want me to

And the only way out is the only way in to the things you despise
And the things you despise
Are the things
That other people like

Sometimes i wonder what you will become when you’ve run out of people to love
Sometimes i wonder what you will become
When there’s nothing and no-one to love

And you’re running round town with a fistful of money
That you got from a hole in the wall and it’s funny that you
You didn’t see it there before

You’re with a man on the piss and a man on a mission
And a man of respect and exalted position
He is not like
He’s not like those other men

Sometimes i wonder what i will become
When i’ve run out of people to love
Sometimes i wonder what i will become
When there’s nothing and no-one to love

And you can’t spend your whole life hanging round with arseholes
And you know that i am never coming back