Zero

No qualifications

No job prospects

No hope

No future

No expectations

No fallback

No punchline

Nothing to laugh at

We earn what we can

By our bare hands

Everything we've got

Was taken by the fist

Misfortune is our song

Which is music to the ears

Played by hair like strings

That sound through the years

With nothing but time

And sod all to do

Awoken in the night by what we've missed

All winnings are overdue

Nowt changes Nowt happens

No sleep No chance to unwind

Nobody hears you

Nobody gives a toss

Nothing but nothing

Is all we trust

Whatever's in your name

Is ready for the taking

By somebody under your nose

Your job, your home

The glory of youth

That won't let you go

Everything on full throttle

Chain smoking daylight

As you reach for the bottle

Too much noise

Contracted to Chinese whispers

All of your complaints quickly ignored