The Dead Weather - 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

I sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself

I sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself

I sit and 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 coins are flipped out

I'm just living and breathing

For what I steal formyself

I sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself

I sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself

I sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself

And I think, what the hell, hell, hell