Nothing Doing

Where I'm from Love is cold With nothing to do But put your dreams on hold Nothing doing, so don't do nothing And heaven forbid that You start to feel something So you gotta, gotta go on Get on the pain killers I need the pain killers Something borrowed, something blue The roads are old, crack and They're dirty too Don't need no devil Don't need no shroud And heaven forfend Being here forever bound So you gotta, gotta go on Get on the pain killers I need the pain killers And style and grace comes from Taking pound for pound You need a way out but The road out loops around You're stealing from yourself From your soul And the heavens forebode That you need the pain killers I need the pain killers