I haven't got a car
You haven't got an
opinion
I don't have no regrets, baby
All the words that you'll say someday
There were no whores in my bed, maybe
(chorus)
But now the leaves are
convalescing
The sun is warming the baby
seed
Through my mind I am quietly
regressing
I've got everything that I
need
I haven't got no friends
Shit is a better companion
For your
losses I grieve, baby
Still you better
believe someday
There is no hope to
retrieve, maybe