Gone - The Cult

So your anger did’t carry you too far

What you expect anyway

There’s no patience left in your shattered little self

You haven’t got a fucking thing to say

High on your own, Gone

Mother fucker, fucking stoned

Rain on your back the wind in your face

You’re spinnin 'round going nowhere

Sweet dreams of her, she left you alone

You wasted it this time my friend

High on your own, Gone

Mother fucker, fucking stoned

My friends and I used to mess about

in the park, we were only 14, yeah

I later understood about my attitude

I never thought I’d get that gone