Sometimes I try the late night dial to distract from the mess I'm in
I would find religion somehow
But I can never make a go of it
Nothing's working nothing's working nothing's working are you listening to me?
Electronic cheap narcotics
Are just stoking the disease
I've got no ambition to show
And I can't tell you what I really need
Nothing's working nothing's working nothing's working are you listening to me?
Well you've told me once but I've told you twice
I'll never take your good advice
When passion drives then hold the reins
If you need revenge then dig two graves
Carnal bondage, bacchanalian knowledge, fetishistic anomalies
Let's just fuck our brains out my love and you can fake what you can't achieve
Nothing's working nothing's working nothing's working are you listening to me?

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Writer(s): ATTICUS ROSS, BRETT GUREWITZ, LEOPOLD ROSS