Look at your life. Look at the way you slip and slide. Look at your time. Look at the ones that you've left behind. Look at your eyes. The haunted black circles of your plight.
Fuck all y'all. . Heres a little story that needs to be told. About the devil doin' business in the fiery hole. Oh yeah yeah. Here's a little story that's so, so true.
Yeah. . Comin' down like a hatchet, rollin' with the masses. Throwin' my matches atop of a gasoline package. Throwin' rhymes like ratchets. Playas with passion comin' disastrous bashin'.
All I ever wanted was to be at your service. But now I'm alone cause you were here and you're gone. And all I ever wanted was to feel I had a purpose.
And I walked the white line. And I did the shoe shines. And I break it down. So you can go down, yeah. . And ran the rat-race. And I made the front page.
Back in the day. I dedicated my life to becomin' a big rock 'n' roll star, huh. . Back in the day. I dedicated my life to becomin' a big rock star. I began to change and I rearranged my life.
I've been gone away, but I'm back again. Back with all my friends. I've been floatin' away, on a silver cloud. Lined with all of my wildest dreams. . I'm back in your system now and I've waited much too long.
Caught out alone and Im tryin' to be free. Caught up in things that are inside of me. Lookin' for something that I cannot see. . Losing my faith but Im tryin' to believe.
You think you're something right. You think you're something all. You think that you're not a lie. I think you're nothing at all. . You think you're so damn real.
A man walks down the street. And we close our eyes. Because he is filthy and homeless. So we don't even look twice. . Under his arms there's a Bible. And a look of peace in his eyes.
Big city miles stretchin' out into the terminal horizon. Don't you know we had to get away?. There was two kids with a beat up nova. And a dream and a two a.m. song.