All my life it’s the same,
It’s the same, unending:
There’s no cash, there’s no dame,
And there won’t be, ever.

All my life I would steal,
All my life I’m working,
Wish I could save a bit,
Now it’s just hungover.

There’s no roof o’er my head,
And no face to treasure;
I don’t have any friends,
And there won’t be, ever.

Only vodka is for three,
Only spades and diamonds,
Nothing comes in life for free,
Every step’s the hardest.