Nothing In This World Is Going To Satisy You

Sad, sullen retreat Sad, don’t go there
Sad, rinse and repeat Sad, don’t go there

Tell me, cause I’ll ask once more, We could be as common as a grocery store
Memories of a headache man fading and degrading in a heap of sand
Oh, we could be the crumbs in a packet of chips Learning

Nothing is in this world is gonna satisfy you, anymore

Strike me, Like an unlit match Handy for a minute till the wood burns black
Hungry, making headaches man Fading and degrading in a foreign land Oh, he could be the dirt on a pallet of bricks, learning

Nothing is in this world is gonna satisfy you, anymore

But every second every minute we reflect a different image