Je M'appelle Zero Lyrics

Spent my last dime at The Pharmacists' show, now.
But for the real crime, to the pharmacy go, now.
It's a race. Was there something I missed?
I'll forget it again, so better make me a list,
Write it on my hand so it don't erase.
Better make me a list, write it on my hand, now.
'Cause when you're selling yourself, you gotta do all you can, now.
In any case. When nothing is as it seems, you got to make your own now.
It's a singular theme, seems like it's all that I know now.