There's no room for me in the city.   It's getting crowded in this town.   Feeling surrounded but it's empty.   Don't feel connected with what I see.   Gotta get away from this.   Hell and back.   Heart attack or nervous   breakdown before me.   Shitty feeling claustrophobic,   like they're all moving in,   and they're waiting for the bleeding.   They are waiting to get in,   and I'm all up dried up on the inside.   I am dying for a drink.   I am waiting for the for the bleeding.   I am dying for a drink.