No Horse

I ain’t got no horse
I ain’t got no horizon
Just the scars on my eyes
I swear I got from crying
Where I was born it don’t matter
There ain’t no going back
I have no home to take you
I never dream like that
Sit &watch my cigarette smoking on itself
Sit &watch my cigarette smoking on itself
Sit &watch my cigarette smoking on itself
And I think, what the hell, hell, hell
I don’t want you to like me There’s no way that you can
I don’t want you to touch me, honey
I am just so mad
There ain’t no kind of feeling
All my … are … out (?)
I’m just living and breathing
For what I steal for (from?) myself
Sit &watch my cigarette smoking on itself
Sit &watch my cigarette smoking on itself
Sit &watch my cigarette smoking on itself
And I think, what the hell, hell, hell
2:49The Dead Weather — No Horse