Sometimes i wonder whatâs wrong with you anywayThereâs nothing and no-one you like and who likes you the way i doBut the way i doIs not the way you want me toAnd the only way out is the only way in to the things you despiseAnd the things you despiseAre the thingsThat other people likeSometimes i wonder what you will become when youâve run out of people to loveSometimes i wonder what you will becomeWhen thereâs nothing and no-one to loveAnd youâre running round town with a fistful of moneyThat you got from a hole in the wall and itâs funny that youYou didnât see it there beforeYouâre with a man on the piss and a man on a missionAnd a man of respect and exalted positionHe is not likeHeâs not like those other menSometimes i wonder what i will becomeWhen iâve run out of people to loveSometimes i wonder what i will becomeWhen thereâs nothing and no-one to loveAnd you canât spend your whole life hanging round with arseholesAnd you know that i am never coming back