No Horse — The Dead Weather

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

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