Save,
I've got to save my life.
I've got to save,
Save my life.
My movie's got a soundtrack,
But only in my phone jack.
And no one's gonna see it,
It's just my luck I'd be in it.
I'm looking in the mirror,
And things are looking clearer.
I'm throwing it away now.
I'm blowing every day now.
Repeat Chorus.
I'm feeling empty-hearted.
I miss my dear departed,
And hope don't bring me hope, now,
But the dope still brings me dope.
©1999 Roving Gypsies