One man standing on the plains of Abraham. Watching a damaged sunrise. One man standing near the edge of a quiet. Breakdown. . I watch the sea. It helps to anchor me.
Where the air's not clean. Where the water's glowing green. Where the dogs are mean. . I'm moving to Bohemia. Taking you along. Say goodbye to suburbia.
He sleeps with a chainsaw. Got eyes like an outlaw. He takes a two smoke walk. And he don't like to talk. . And he don't like change. And he don't like change.
A hundred thousand years. A hundred thousand miles of track. A hundred thousand tears. A hundred thousand souls you can't give back. . When the dark subsides and eternity goes by.
My anger has acheived a sort of permanence. Revenge is sweet but it's all at my expense. Bipolar treatment has got me feeling blue. I'm paralyzed and I don't know what to do.
Another day goes by you lay your head down. And you count yourself the richer for the grief. Those rare moments of joy and painless laughter. Will pass you by like stardust in your sleep.
I got my education in the ivory halls. Found the pulse of the nation in truck stop toilet stalls. And we're running out of time because we're running out of patience.
Another time, a different page, when ignorance was all the rage. I used to count my blessings to know you. It mouths like yours that spread disease. Everyone in your sight is weak at the knees.
Coming out of the womb the world feels like a tomb. Wee heavily indebted. From the cradle to the grave, wee always slaves. Always tugging at credit. See the misery and the poverty.
I'll go for a walk and I'll start chewing rocks. And I'll leave all this mess in my wake. Right down the block, outlined in chalk. There's a man who still looks half awake.
In five years itl burn inside you. Will you look back and say you did all that you tried to. Theyl try hard each day to break you. Until the day comes when lip service will forsake you.
I think I must be crazy. to feel this way.. I'm so lazy,. I sleep all day.. I'm too stupid to understand,. why did it happen?. I wear it like a brand.
When your hopes are batted down like your eyelids. Where the streets all sparkle like the eyes of kids. And you rise and wipe the sleep and the stupor from your eyes.
Backlash, once again a stiff reaction to imagined stimuli. Outside, we are tied and you're a victim of your pride. I know just how you feel when you pretend you're all alone.
From the one-two punch of the days of '19. To the clear and present danger of the modern scene. Nonsensical fools with centrist views wanna crucify their saints.
I've seen the better part of a worse day. I'd crawl out of this hole if I could only change my ways. I've spent some years on bended knees. A thousand kids all share a similar disease.
I've seen the opposition. I've seen what they call clout. I've seen some days when I should have just stayed down for the count. I choose my battles, I fought 'til I was done.
The kids are hungry and nowhere to go. A thousand distractions, so now you know. That the burn of youth in the old mens' eyes. Never put a stop to the alibis.
Get your head out of the clouds kid. Get your heart out of the gutter. Get your mind off your sleeve. It's so easy to read. You used to walk so proud kid.
I turned to him and said "There's gotta be a better way. Than chomping at the bit, wasting away". There's no outlets and I'm blowing my fuses. Drowning in despair, grasping for each day.