turning knot rotting in my gut   got me feeling so corrupt      like a second hand politician   i'm a study in malnutrition   every star i see i'm wishing   got a deathbed at 12th and mission      new kind of...      long ago once upon a time   hundred miles an hour time flew by      now gravestones become friends   practice voo doo superstition   like an archangel from heaven   got a deathbed at 12th and mission      in need of sleep we crawl the street   american dream gone   blood dirt money hustle and scheme   american dream gone   in need of sleep we crawl the street   american dream gone   blood dirt money hustle and scheme   american dream gone      mentally unfed   spiritually dead   the flock's been misled   new kind of wicked      turning knot rotting in my gut   got me feeling so corrupt   stomach's screaming deep inside   another day got no place to hide      in need of sleep we crawl the street   american dream gone   blood dirt money hustle and scheme   american dream gone   in need of sleep we crawl the street   american dream gone   blood dirt money hustle and scheme   american dream gone   in need of sleep we crawl the street   american dream gone   blood dirt money hustle and scheme   gone