I'm going out on the streets and I'm feeling high. But you want to fight me and I don't know why. Yeah I want to get dirty all covered in mud. But you turn on me, all I see is blood.
God I wish that I could hide away. And find a wall to break my pain. I'm living in a paper singing negative reality. People want a battle daily, metal boxes made away.
I'm goin' out on the streets and I'm feelin' fine. But if you wanna fight me and I don't know why. Yeah I wanna get dirty all covered in mud. But you turn on me all I see is blood.