Oh I don't love everybody
I don't got the perfect body
And I hate my job
I am cynical and helpless

And I make something out of nothing
Yeah I make something out of nothing
Yeah I make something out of nothing
Yeah I make something out of nothing
Yeah yeah yeah

This town is full of racists
And dead end zombies
And wannabe gangsters
I'm an egotist and facist

Because I make something out of nothing
Yeah I make something out of nothing
Yeah I make something out of nothing
Yeah I make something out of nothing
Yeah

You can't rely on your friends
They've all got problems to mend
Your family's too tired to know
what you're going through
If this town's dragging you down
You have to find a way round
Nobody's holding your hand
It's down to you

Do you walk the house at midnight?
Or imagine that you're famous
whilst you feed the cat?
I'm a god in my own country

Because I make something out of nothing
Yeah I make something out of nothing
Yeah I make something out of nothing
Yeah I make something out of nothing
Yeah

You can't rely on your friends
They've all got problems to mend
Your family's too tired to know
what you're going through
If this town's dragging you down
You have to find a way round
Nobody's holding your hand
It's down to you

You can't rely on your friends
They've all got problems to mend
Your family's too tired to know
what you're going through
If this town's dragging you down
You have to find a way round
Nobody's holding your hand
It's down to you