Oh my god it’s raining again
And a 7-year-old anarchist is blowing up Berlin
My Subs LP is still brand-new
But what does it matter? There’s nothing I can do
Great big hole in my back door
And everyone expects a nuclear war
I’ve been on the beer—I think I’m gonna spew
But what does it matter? There’s nothing I can do
The dust in the road gets in my eyes
And the system tells suck fucking lies
Why should I believe what they say is true?
But what does it matter? There’s nothing I can do, no
There’s nothing I can do
I wouldn’t do it for you
But you wouldn’t do it for me
Well that’s the facts you see
My 10-year-old sister is on the pill
Ronnie Bigg’s got a flat in Brazil
Third generation ain’t got a clue
Why should it matter? There’s nothing I can do
Nothing I can do
Nothin I can fucking do
I wouldn’t do it for you anyway
But another day
We’re never the same
And there’s nothing I can do