You turned off your fucking TV And you don't listen to the radio Well, you're looking really great to me Well, you're blasting like a megaphone. You
world is crammed into this backpack Sleep don't come easy to me. Man, I gotta get back to the city And get back to poundin' that beat This long list of failures ain't
my chest, into my head, into my days, into my sleep These dreams, these days, don't give me no peace These dreams, these days, don't give me no peace
it's hurting, don't you know? Take your chances in the killing fields With all the snakes and dogs And dance 'til you bleed and bone touches steel And all your
room of this legion hall Or smoke that joint out back in the parking lot While my Taco Bell is shooting right on through me And my head and neck are filling up with