If you only knew all the little things
That went through my head today
If I wrote them out
It would only bring you down
I ain't the kind of guy who knows how to get by
When the going gets tough
I ain't used to you baby
I'm a stranger to love
Stranger to Love
Sick in the head Sick of the home
Sick of the bottle Sick to the bone
Stranger to the lovers in the streets and in the bed
It's all good
If I only had a little less pain
I'd be good to go again
But I don't even belong in the city where I'm from
I don't believe the world owes you anything
You're a rat. You're dust. You suck
You better get used to it baby
I'm a stranger to love
Stranger to Love
Sick in the head Sick of the home
Sick of the bottle Sick to the bone
Stranger to the lovers in the streets and in the bed
It's all good