I've nothin' left to lose, dear God in the sky
Hear my cry hear my cry
When it's too dark to see
Let there be light, let there be light
Let there be light


Bang bang that's depression at the door again
You know he'll beat the door down until you let him in the room
Since you are already acquainted you skip the foreplay
He grips you in the neck as you prepare to be screwed
You try to must a flare to tell somebody you're sinking
But anxiety is an index finger pressed to your lips
A whiskey bottle it whispers Since you're already bitter
A cocktail fit for a quitter Come here and give me a kiss