Letra de No Future

ome days start with an earthquake
The bed shakes until it breaks
And I hate to be awake
Most days start with a dull ache
Enough weight to crush my face
And I hate to be awake

Both ways are about the same
Making my mouth complain
Is pounding the trouser snake

So I just lie and count the chains
Assign them a thousand names
To praise their astounding strength
My portrait, proud and vain, hanging without a frame
On the wall of the house of pain