Freak Acid Blues
Dreaming in the darkness
Thinking of a way to put off the malaise
Wonder in the meantime
If I’m not alone
Taken by the ingrates
Flushed into a small cage of neon and cheap thrills
Forced to sit or stand still
Crushed under the weight
Of a lost generation, crying
Jesus, Jesus, it’s taking a toll
Trying to grow from a deepening hole
And I’m calling to You while I’m rolling this stone
Masturbating on the phone
Taking out a loan
Wish we had a home
Wish we had some…