A whole lot of people talking, trying to make sense. Seems everybody's living on a barbed wire fence. Whole lotta people too proud to call. 'Cause it won't get no help at all.
I'm walkin' wounded, got my heart in a sling. I've been injected till I don't feel a thing. You got me hurtin' where it gets me the most. If I had some sense I'd move back to the Southern Coast, yeah.