sometimes i try the late night dial to distract from the mess I'm in   I would find religion somehow    but I can never make a go of it   nothing's working nothing's working nothing's working are you listening to me?   electronic cheap narcotics    are just stoking the disease   I've got no ambition to show    and I can't tell you what I really need   nothing's working nothing's working nothing's working are you listening to me?   well you've told me once but I've told you twice   I'll never take your good advice   when passion drives then hold the reins   if you need revenge then dig two graves   carnal bondage, bacchanalian knowledge, fetishistic anomalies   let's just fuck our brains out my love and you can fake what you can't acheive   nothing's working nothing's working nothing's working are you listening to me?