Been kicked around so long you're starting to get used to how it feels. The taste of blood that's in your mouth that still somehow it always heals. Don't know how you keep on getting up from all those ghostly blows.
Well I walked over the bridge. Into the city where I live. And I saw my old landlord. Well we both said, "Hello". There was no where else to go. 'Cause his rent I couldnt afford.