The Cult - Gone lyrics

So your anger didn't carry you too far What you expect anyway There's no patience left in your shattered little self You haven't got a f**ing thing to say High on your own, gone Mother f**er, f**ing 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 f**er, f**ing stoned