January 15, 1991... I feel like gettin' down
On my knees and prayin'... I'm walkin'
Straight to my lover... In the east end
They're comin' down... I've made a big
Decision towards the other. Walking
Through Japantown... Watching bums
Steal fruit from sidewalk stands... Without
Ever getting caught. I'm thinking about
What Knowlton Nash said on the National
News... About some war correspondent...
Talking from the front... The thrill of
Getting shot at and missed... Me, I'm
Supposed to be writing a hit
I can't change this world
It's too dangerous for all the boys and girls
All the creeps and the jerks that pa**
Me and hara** me... They think I've got
Something... Something more... Something
To give them... I blame them. I put my
Ear to the ground and listen fro the sound
Of falling change... Get out my wallet to
Look for a transfer to get out of range of
People hating people for all weird
Reasons... Around the world they throw
Toys like an angry little brother in a
Sandbox... With the hatred of an unrequited
Lover... Or an envious kid sister
I can't change this world
It's too dangerous for all the boys and girls
Sit around all day just waiting for
Something clever to say... I'm losing my
Grip on this pen and feel like searching
For my syringe again... Makes me hate
My own song
I can't change this world
It's too dangerous for all the boys and girls
I can't change this world
It's too dangerous for all the boys and girls
I can't change this world