These vicious streets where hell and earth meet, where the bottle runs dry but the bottle runs deep; Leaves one breathless as the people grow restless, they leave a gash on this earth an everlasting impression, you settle in all are welcome and this may be true, but now you’ve settled in so you’re paying your dues. Running water with a hint of gasoline, a city built up on hope but it runs on broken dreams. So hold on, even if you can’t anymore and just try a little bit harder than before, and eventually you just might find that you can say goodbye to the cities when the bottle runs dry, runs dry.
Frustration and anguish lick the back of your neck the devil’s hot on your trail with a debt to collect these bones grow tired and there’s no time to rest and all those teachings you’ve heard grow harder to ingest. It’s too much to bear; you need to be soothed so here’s a shot for your worries and another for your blues. Here’s a pint for your sorrow and another for your pain, here’s a whole half gallon that’s left to your name. Sail the seven seas with eyes that can’t see, the demons are gone but they sure as hell won’t let you be. You’ve rid of cage and you spread your wings but those wings gave been clipped so you’re not truly free.
Start your life with an engine that’s clean but as the years go by your grow tired and mean. A respectable being with a job and a home now you speak about life with a dark undertone complaining my baby left me and I don’t get no respect, but it’s too late now for me to try and correct. I wish that I could stop but the worlds still in spin; there ain’t no use in repenting because being born was a sin. So heed these words because they just might keep you afloat, take life one bite at a time or else you just might choke. I don’t want to hear it oh hell now, because you just can’t fix, no you just can’t fix what’s broke.