you spurn my natural emotions you make me feel like dirt - and that hurts and if i start a commotion i run the risk of losing you - and that's worse
Cracked paint, faded signs, she said "I'm done I feel a lot like this town I'm so rundown Did the job but it up and died I've got to find something new
You're nothing new here You're just a bleeder who got thrown into this mess So stop pretending you know anything Double your fists up Grit your teeth
