And she says
you don't know how it feels to be
like a cat inside and it can't get through
to a world it hates, and its vices too,
that are clearly marked inside of you.

Your love turned sour
as the milk went green
and I cut through rock
and find fulls of gold.

And you hate your self
it's ok by me
but you don't mug your self
it ain't alright by me.

'cos there's no hope, hope, hope
there's no hope
there's no hope, hope, hope
there's no hope

I stick my hand in holes
and look inside
empty shells
black cold dead mines.

And I try to find
some reason why
There I'm still here
fucking left behind.

there's no hope, hope, hope
there's no hope
there's no hope, hope, hope
there's no hope, no...
Well I miss the men of the north
and the things we used to say
and the stories we used to make.

Well I miss the songs of the north
and the lyrics we used to play
and the words we used to make.