All of us will die on this island   You got the Long Island sound   Down the only way around   I never seem to look like I'm lookin'   But imma lookin up your street   To find an empty beaded heart to beat      A wad in every pocket   A loaded gun in every hand   You put a tag on angry Steven   I'm feeling like a broken man      Hurricane end of the summer   In a wasted, raining year   Not a doubt, about as much as I can bear   But if you stay away from buildings   And if you stay away from guns   Then I will drown myself in your blood      A wad in every pocket   A loaded gun in every hand   You put a tag on angry Steven    I'm feeling like a broken man      Heavy metal parking lot Sunday   Make murder out of love   And ignoring every message from above   I hang a heavy-ass heart when it's raining   I like the water on my skin   And if I could be reborn, I would be born again      A wad in every pocket    A loaded gun in every hand   You put a tag on angry Steven    I'm feeling like a broken man