Now listen up and hear what i'm saying If he's not talking to himself Then he must be praying Shine my shoes and ask for a dime Then pick my pockets while
If only my problems were like water They could be boiled away And watching the steam drift upward, Watching my problems drift away. And watch the steam
Downbeat, downbeats coming for you Everythings gone that you once knew. Trying to rely on what things used to be And trying to live up to your responsibility
How many things that you believe Are straight out of TV and magazines And when comfort comes before thruth Can you say that you never knew, Sitting in
Well I Really don't know If it matters at all so, But we try to keep our prices low For records and our shows But is that enough, Or is it that
I check the time, it's 4:00 a.m. And I just passed the westside buildings All the broken glass As I try to shake the cold away, but anyways, It's late
Something that's inside of me It's something that I cannot see Like rules and regulations Passed down for generations I wish I had my very own flag, And
I've always watched the change, watched without a sound, and I have to wonder why, I don't speak a word out loud. Perhaps the world will stop for me,
Jen thinks it isn't fair That I don't really care If she likes me or not Jen doesn't like to settle Until she makes me feel like Howie Reynolds She thinks
Have you been feeling down, pushed around Feeling like everything has been done before Do I need to understand every word from every man Or everything
Wonder what hold things together Is it political positions or maybe superstitions The list goes on forever It seems to go on forever Are old rituals necessary
Of the parking lot leaning on his car and Drinking beer and laughing out loud Before my head starts spinning around, As I try to find a place to take
So she's been around Lived in every town And she always seems to know So she does a zine Says she's in the scene And she goes to the cool punk rock shows
you get it in your head that things are better left unsaid when you up and left town? Did you need to rearrange or did you need to make a change rather than
Isn't it funny that it all comes down to money Running on a treadmill, wasting time Keeps you too busy to lose your mind I was blindsided out on the street
There was a kid so low, he couldn't stand up No money, no respect and too much bad luck Desperation had gotten to him at last It was dark Dark alley and
I won't compete because I don't need to be In front of someone that wants to compete with me Who needs another aggravation Or a fucked up situation So
Two days before his mom moved him To a trailer park in Florida from a suburb in Michigan He left the house headed for someplace downtown Thinking who
