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

Son of a Bitch

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…