Morphine
You grow up
You move out
You head out on your own
To see what all the fuss is about
You got no
Cash to spare
You don’t care
‘Cause all the rumours you heard are right there

All alone, we will find a way

We go on
We go out
We try on
We try out
We put up with anything
It don’t matter what you think
But we’re here all alone
In this world fall of scorn
Holding out for a way to be better
And get paid
On our own, we will find a way