Like a beat-up kid who's out on his own
There's an urgency, a need to belong
In the morning sun, you get out of bed
With a thirsty tongue and a nail in your head
When the water's gone, the air can't breathe
The d** that you're on, you've begun to need
You'd rather watch TV than go outside
You want to believe you're not going to die
You're not going to die
Winter's come and gone, another year marked off
All the feeling's gone, your mind is going soft
When the red ink runs like a rabbit who's scared
Pick up your guns and try to keep it fair
(Try to keep its hair)
Every day you try, you try to see
That you're going to die, it's hard to believe
It's hard to breathe