It's a shame to walk the streets at night not knowing where you're going
Just heading towards nothing
To rest your head on cement, never feeling another's flesh
To never wear a watch, to never hear, or watch
It's a crime to have a disease
To need to have to feed
Desire constantly
Oh, it's pain to love something that hates you and will not change
It hurts to puncture yourself
To smoke out of a can
To dream about sex
To shave with scissors
To wash in water fountains
To eat the Eucharist
To beg for a dime
It's fuckin' sharp to walk on gravel with bare feet in the winter
And no more friendly liquor
To wish to be in jail
To wish that you weren't here
To look at yourself in car windows and remember that you once had a family with a house and a garden with fake flowers and lawn gnomes and a picket fence in the middle of a suburb
Happily married to a beautiful with wife, with a son and a daughter and gun
Yes a garden with tomatoes, that's a shame