No Horse (The Dead Weather)

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 Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & 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 ... are ... out I'm just living and breathing For what I steal for myself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself And I think, what the hell, hell, hell