You ran up against the rain everyday of your short life. Suffered for your muse without complaining. Never heard you swear life isn't fair but it doesn't make it right.
This house is full of memories that aren't mine. Pieces, I thought I would clear out over time. Life takes over, I get ahead of myself. I turn around and I've filled up the shelf.
I heard the music long ago, songs that rent the air. Fading in and out at night while I was lying there. Voices soft and lonely and later rock and roll.
What the hell was I doing there in that fast food parking lot?. They say I robbed the restaurant and a Memphis cop got shot. I was trying to feed my habit, I was scared and I was high.
I've heard enough from pundits, I've heard our leaders speak. I tell you now I'd rather talk to the people in the streets. 'Cause you don't know someone until you've looked them in the eye.