Don't ever come to fill my home The streets light up against the needy, preach those matters More and more, prowling with the all but dead Long, long, battered in the song, how better less it seems Like bullied with the all but fair
Feel too many limps in the fame, Lord I don't wanna die in vain, or Never come down from the heights Any way to eject the mind And the bitter heart rattles the chain Used to think it would never end Used to lean, never stay upright And we smoke, leave our busted lives
