I grew up sheltered and innocent Found LSD as an escape from stress Only knew where I was coming from Didn't care where I was going or what I'd become
You're looking for something to do and something to be Look to your heroes and buy that romantic junkie fantasy You see some glory in their wasted lives
I look at you, you look afraid I'd like to ease your mind But I speak, you turn away I know we're supposed to fear each other But I feel no fear I'd
In a country where I can decide Will I be jailed or will I abide? By these laws which I do not believe apply With all this freedom I have no voice With
Where is everyone? As time goes on, nothing left to do Things have changed and rearranged I look for something new Always here and nowhere to call home
I am just a parasite - a rancid creature of the night- with eyes that never see the light Of day. Papers blow over empty streets- People inside houses
She told me she'd rather be lonely, something About living with pain. She was tired of Losing, never gaining. Love once fun was Now just draining. "
Older people I looked up to now just seem so lame Their idealism is gone just like "the old days" Burnt out and jaded, their old spirit faded I hope
Over fences and through backyards We tiptoe past empty boxcars So as not to wake the bums inside Industry that once thrived now is gone Abandoned factories
All the lonely people roam The streets in search of makeshift home In all the darkness there's one light A shining Mecca in the night There's no sanctuary
Just walk away, turn around Cuz you can spit in my face And you can knock me down And you can talk your shit But no matter what you say I'm not going
You left sometime ago - and now I just don't know. Bur for right now, I know there ain't no way And it seems to me that you seem to be A million miles
Wake up in the morning, smoke that cigarette, yum! Wake up in the morning, drink that cup of coffee, yum! Turn on early morning news, stories about children
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You need somebody to be with to feel complete. So you look for what you need in everyone you meet. Loneliness fuels your insecurities, and you think "
Can you feel that? Sitting in my room, I've got nothing to do So I waste my time, and I fuck up my mind She said "Can you feel that? It's a baby." She
Try to sell me a paper Praising your own kind It's not your own words It's not your own mind That place is better than this And this place is better
Now I try to sort out my scattered life Lying awake on the floor Staring at the ceiling light Until I can see no more... Maybe I'll feel different tomorrow