no sugar in my bowl
no beans on the counter
no steaks in the freezer
no pie on the sill
no house on the hill
no live at the apollo
no time like the present
no trees for the forest
no ink in my jets
no drugs in my pocket
no wind at my back
no force to contend with
no massive attack
no word to the wise
no jack in the box
no blowing the whistle
theres no going back
no pennies from heaven
no mountain to climb
no fly in the ointment
no alms for the blind
no pain no gain
no guts no glory
no smoke 'em if you got em'
no hole in my bucket
no pot to piss in
no pain in the ass
no keys in the ignition
no gas in the car
no ghost in the machine
no chicken in the fridge
no nothing no how
no snow and no plow