Abused, confused Fought the blues, no shoes Still I walk No place, no face Broken grin, hollow within Still I walk Abandoned my friend Lost hold pot
A fork is a cold shiny tool To pierce, tear and ingest Whoever has the fork in hand Controls the meal of its choice We're told the first few punctures
Frustration, application Cremation, confirmation Creation, confrontation Dedication, disintegration You have seen the horns and tail Can you be hallucinational
A shotgun up against my eye They're kicking my door in Why this time I thought they had theirs and I had mine Lights going on and off Sirens blazing
If the fire can't be put out Let it burn, let it burn If you haven't learned your lesson yet You'll never learn, never learn When it's hard to hold them
I know it seems Like I like falling Too glazed to try crawling Very good at alcoholing Very good at alcoholing If I can't get high Then I can't get by
Running them off the highway Running them off the rail Running their babies into cold black water Just me and my stash and my scale Filling the tank
I've already been to heaven So I might as well step down Up seems like a real good offer But I'm gonna have to turn it down Losing heart Wondering if
"It's not supposed to be fair It's not supposed to care It's not supposed to be free It's taken part of me It doesn't hear compromise It tells you all
Broken hearts, broken jaws Lowly weekends break tonight Beaten fools, beaten dogs Stolen deals, inside jobs Coldly run fingers through again Swollen faces
Pusher, pushing a dream Go ahead and pick the scarecrow clean One long season mean, or just letting off steam? Only scratched it twice, made it bleed
I felt the moon today Everything is drawn away Water splashes on my skin it makes me dry It makes no sense at all Why didn't I get a call When the whole
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