And I dreamt of a city on fire,
Woke up to one intact.
Made it halfway on the walk to the grocery store,
Before I turned back.
We could walk until the concrete ends,
Quit work until the money s all spent.
But how long until we re walking back to the plasma clinic again?
The bosses we want off our backs are everywhere we can run,
So if there s a way out if there s a way out if there s a way out then it s not on our own, no no.
Repeat that pattern for the second verse etc.
And I dreamt of the needles to come,
And I woke up afraid,
Mad enough to burn down the radio,
That woke me up this way.
I could walk when the bus lines end,
Shoot dope until the money s all spent
But how long until I m walking back,
To check into detox again?
The monkey I want off my back is everywhere I can run,
So if there s a way out then it s not on my own.
There s a way out but it s not on my-her-his-their-our own.